no taste.

still, though,
cool and crisp enough
to bring about a smile.

and what a relief,
what a change of pace
to write a poem
about something that don’t deserve no poetry,

for once.

i feel a little bubble of anger,
of bitterness
at the knowledge that the words come easier when my mouth is on fire.

what the hell.
for a few seconds the cool seeds slide down easy.

no taste.

(a.m.)

Once a day the sun shines
Once a day the moon reigns
But what becomes of me?

Claiming you love me;
Yet you insult, yell
And emotionally abuse me.
If that's what love is,
Then I want none of it.

I have this book
I write down all my thoughts
Unfinished or not
They finish me
The parts of my heart
My life together
Paper is my life
It connects me to other poets
And other writers
And other artists
Of every different kind.

Travel down the right path
Do the things that will make you great
See the light in everything
Think of the joy that you would bring
It is simply up to you
Always stay determined
Do your very best
And strive for excellence

We were on the curb and
    Our toes were numb
You talked about impossibility and I was too loud
            (It was dark and the neighbors could hear)
Your lips looked softer in headlights
     And artificial electricity
I tried not to stare because if I looked too closely
I could see you
You took the eyes on your fingertips
       And saw up my sweater
And my palms inhaled your cologne
             (The gravity of familiarity)
I felt like a silhouette on the concrete
My head was underwater and your body was a few
      Inches about the surface
I could almost feel you
We left our shadows behind a parked car
    And you left an imprint in my mouth
I can still taste you under my tongue if I think about it
Move off that street
            I think they knew and it screams of metal