Reality bites
       sinks long curved narrow pointed teeth into a daydream
  drags it to the ground, rips away
     flecks of joy flying in all directions
             generous splatters of hope on the wall

and it is done.

Tough enough
         To shrug it off
But weak
          For wanting to keep it.

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You can give the *******
Lion a hug.
But the rabbit would only
Get agitated

Let wisdom taint your
pristine vision -
And look.
There is no one hundred percent
for you to take comfort in.
It all exists in unique states
And your assumptions - Automatic responses,
get you no where|
                           Near
                           A Person.

Three nonconsecutive generations that can --
No -- Will – spit the timeless fairytale of that princess
Who never lost glass slippers -- or
Touched poisoned spindles -- or
Ate strangers’ apples -- or
Dealt with witches – and
We are that dry, plain Eucharist-wafer taste on your tongue
                That paralyzing cramp between your toes
                That still-alive, still-wiggling earthworm’s six separate, butchered body parts
We stole the words from journalists’ larynx,
His statistics, his inference, his prowess
His bias came hungry and ate the bread crumbs from our hands.
The name mother-bird doesn’t carry as much weight these days.
Collectively considered and individually squandered,
                We’re the nonsense jumbled-word search in your local Sunday paper.
                And you’ll have us whether you like or not with your large coffee and bagel.

This love is one I'll never lose,

One I can't control

This joy that I cannot refuse

Leaks sadness in my soul

Hungry for his touch,
Unknowing to him are my feelings,
Gazing intently into his deep blue eyes,
Open to his emotions,
Running scenarios of how our lust will spill into the deep voids of reality,
Offering to take his coat,
Wondering if he feels the same way,
Silence grips the air,
Our eyes meet once more with a long stare,
Moving closer to him I part my lips,
Emotions flourish while I stuff my face with another **cake..

plastic
tables and chairs
pinks
blues
yellows

leftovers lie on the table
paper plates stained with chocolate syrup
beside the foam
fossil of a milkshake

brown
fingertips and corners of lips
dinosaurs and tiaras

table napkins wipe away
giggles and smiles

wooden table
little words etched in
hearts, crosses and names
jagged lines through the middle
random doodles
curse words

stained with grease, an empty pizza box
soda bottles all over the sticky floor
a single can
of beer, empty
touching a hundred lips
curious little sips
awkward conversations,
air thick with secrets and lies
confidence and cockiness

*clean white table cloths
long-stemmed flowers
crystal wine glasses
silverware

no one quite fits into these

knees always banging
and cutlery always clanging

no one quite fits into these

I wish I could tell you that I love you
And not worry that you won’t understand
That I say it not simply because I want to,
But so that in the event of my death,
You might know that I've loved you my whole life,
And that the amount of love I have for you
Is ten million times more than I ever deserved to experience