“I don’t belong here” I think
Hearing the stories
Of people who have broken
Way beyond repair
Yet they smile at me
And welcome my pain.
All I see is tender hearts
And determined minds
they are completely whole
they are the ugly truth
we are just alcoholics
one drink away from touching the sun.

Thoughts of you consume me
Igniting a path of desire
I almost beg you to follow
With those calloused fingertips
My breath quickens
Hands between my thighs
Quivering with delight
Who should have the first taste?
Is it you or shall I?

Do we kiss in your dreams?
Hug until we forget where we end?
Do your arms ache for the shadows?
Knowing I’m lurking just a few streets away.
Its you I’m holding in my drunken dreams
When I awake and your spot is empty
I can’t help but cry out in disbelief
It’s you I’m longing for
Is it,
Is it just me?

I drink a lot these early mornings
6am and the crack of a hard cider
cuts through the still empty morning haze
bottle caps fill my sink clogging the drain
When does the fog clear?

red fat drops mix with the condensation
Lining the “Jamaican Me Happy ” Seagram’s
I clench loosely in my right hand
Anger shifting in the depths of my stomach
It’s hard to believe I wasn’t always violent.

the elephants stand
woven from weeds
four have been chosen
forced to leave
their great migration.

I keep them company
Rooted in one spot
It seems I am waiting for you
It’s a small city so I’m sure
You’re just around the corner

The sun has shone and hid
Multiple times between clouds
Fluffy and stark white against
An endless Texas blue sky
Your hat nowhere to be seen
Bobbing through the park
I’ve begun to lose hope.