Two-tone love affair
Ten a diamonds
A winning pair
River runs through my heart
And into yours
Without your love
I'd be nowhere at all
I'd be in a death crawl
Tail-spinning
Fall

Where are you
When you're
Not with me?

What can life be
But me
Missing thee?

What is two
Without it following
Three?

Life is a triangle - too many points
I'm no preacher  
I'm no God fearing man
Give me holy water and I'd drink it
He who acts first
Benefits

Lines on the walls
Paints peeling
Up down
Through and through
What's a lover gonna' do
Without their other?
What's a lover gonna' do
When they lose
Their summer?
What's a lover gonna' do
When the one they love
Has up and gone
And their forced
To find another?

Proud sister
Between clean sheets
Scent of
Chamomile tea an'
Sweet mysteries

There's blue smoke in my eyes
Exploding
Roaring
Bubble-wrapped
Surprise

Been alone
All
These years,
But who's to say
I even miss her
But me
Anymore?

I watched the wakes,
Their rise and fall.
The sun was up
In what seemed to be
A lazy crawl.

Lantern lady,
Mistress of the night:
Can you send me a letter?
Can you give me a call?
Can you stop on by and tell me that
The true know how to fight?

Another denial an'
I'm on the streets,
Passing Chinese cats adorn
Dusty window shades.

A far eye can say what was right
Or wrong,
But when two lover's drift apart
It's a splitting of the seas,
Where everything in between
Is downright and utter

Misery.

Last September,
When we came back
I made a pact
I'd take my crack
Of making what I make
Without self-consciousness, remorse,
Or loathing, but what is a man
When he tries to rid
Himself of necessary poisons.

I didn't know and I still don't.
And you know I still drink but lately
I have to hold my hand,
Still my bill for
What's good for the other
Is where my thoughts need to go
So with her I can see
The coming Winter snow.

When the voice has left,
I'll still
Have my hands.

Take my limbs, take my hair,
Take my muscles, oh' take eyes,
But as long as I got my fingers
An' two hands to reach for pride,
I'll never be silenced,
Even if
She's not near.

Don't think
I don't need her.

She's the wind through the branches,
The shells in my shoes,
The sun through the window,
Even if she acts sometimes
Like she's a wading widow.

Too many complexities in insecurities -
Too much subjective reasoning.

I'm not a man
To pin
Anything down.

All I can do is
Stay true,
Keep writing these
Prose filled

Miscue's.