he s standing on the table

i'm looking up at him,
"this bar
the city
this city
isn t the place to lose your mind,"
I try to tell G..rge

Geo... only listens to sad songs

he's coming undone

he s been thrown
out of 3 bars
one bar twice

did 12 years in state,
said he loves her

"I only stabbed her with the steak knife in her thigh,
I wasn't trying to **** her,"

blames it on
the moon

"the gravitational pull...
we have water...
our bodies are 80 percent water,"

he says, " our brains...90
...the same thing
...happens to the tides."

his eyes rolling back and forth
adrift in that ocean

"...and why do barbers
always think
they need to talk to you..."

edged with sadness
his mind filled with ghosts
his x- wife runs around inside his head
like a mouse on a wheel

and the wind runs dancing through the trees

memories come in layers
forgiveness too
forgiveness of others
and forgiveness of yourself.

It pushes at last
Like a stone
Down a mountain.

Its eye is
The I,
Forever mentioning Her
Past and

Forever longing.

A cup
A bowl
A center
Piece

To ensure

That all is still in place;
That all is still ok;
That all is as

It were.

early

mist and greyness alongside a nice breeze through the window brings joy

builder is getting on fine and though the roof is mended it looks just the same only tidy

there is


one particular tile that looks quite divine.


i will hang out the window sometime to take a photograph for you



the interview felt dull, yet I will persist. 

with punctuation