She just bought a new black cadillac coup de ville
to accessorize her residence atop the hill.
She always said she would climb to the top
because her dream was latex-coated and
would never pop.
Her eyes were always fixated on the prize.
Now her success comes as no surprise.

From abject poverty she arose
into a luscious garden that only grows
the most rare and exotic flowers in town
whose aromas draw everyone around.
Her flair and magical style
can charm and beguile
the most rebellious
causing them to be oh so jealous.

Never trample the little flower
because someday its presence
will wield great power.
The one you least expect to succeed
will be the one chosen to lead.

it was the way
you spoke about her

your words at a whisper
hiding the tone of desire

and the way
i wish i heard that desire
in your words about me.

if only i was
extraordinary

tonight let’s take depression out into the night light
dress it up in heels and lipstick so it will be approved
but that night
out in the night light
will result in learning the niche
for fraud

tonight let’s take depression out into the moon light
the bottled poetry laying underneath the soil
I dig for it
to quench depression
for depression is thirsty
in need of relief

tonight let’s take depression into the darkness
here there is nothing for her to hide her naked person
she is exposed
she can do nothing but lay on her back
and feel like chill of sheets on her spine
as she takes over herself

tonight let’s take depression under the ground
the same place where the bottle of poetry lay
ironic isn’t it
the thing that put her there
lay the foundation
for where she would end up

I do not hate you.  
                                                       But I wish that I did.

(Maybe it would make this
     aching loneliness
easier to accept
if I understood
why

you were not worth
      the love
                  you lost.)

It's 7AM
     where you are
and where you are
         I am not.

So time
does not matter
because its passing brings you
no closer to me
                         (nor me to you)

All that matters is that
I am   here
and
you are       there
and I am
missing you
                           (again).

I want to dream the dreams
that you have dreamt
and chase you through
your nightmares,
on bare feet,
through darkness and the forest of your memories.

(When I am close enough
I will catch your hand
in mine
and gently remind you
that soon
you will wake up

next to me.)