trying to love you without seeing you
is like catching the wind in my hands

holding out hope that you'll love me one day
is like pinning a wave to the sand

He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon
He churned
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He emptied the coffee with milk
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He lighted
One cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
He got up
He put on
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Into the rain
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
And I buried
My face in my hands
And I cried

The washing machine
Rattles
And I think of high school *******

Ashamed
Of temptation I envision
A golden field
Burning in a grey Winter Sky

Hanging by the tip of my tongue
Love flees from my fingertips
Another notch on the belt like
The days, the months, the years

Numbers piling up

When did age become so important?
Wrinkles being the only way to tell time
Pain the only way to know one is truly living
Dreams ephemeral as the song of the angels
A lasting tradition never to be found out

Deep within these woods madness lurks
Underneath the tanned' bark of certain trees
A murderer picks his teeth with a rusty nail
The running waterfalls cease to crash
Midnight leaks onto the kitchen floor like spilt milk
And the wind - exhausted - stops to take a breath

Boredom thick as the pine and the bush
Rushing like the crystal river at foot
Unpressed by family in their telephone chatter
The dog waits at the edge of the door
In his eyes curiosity, demand, and vigor

There was something else I meant to do
A sign missed or misread
Maybe I missed a message in the mail?
A call that didn't come through

Seeing the glass murky in the mid summer sun
A nod, a smirk, a smile, a frown - blank
Beds made with the pillows fluffed dreams spent for bus fare
A knock at the door that is not mother

We try
Again and again for success

Not even knowing
If the wish will bring

Happiness or more

Further nightmares

Lighting one candle
with another candle--
    spring evening.