Don't try to tell me
Another joke
Nor drown me in
Your sorrow

This bar room
swimming
in neon smoke

And a cowboy
Singing truly

Of the kind
Of love
Only cowboys
Can lose

in the heart
Of the cold cold
city

I just came in
For a quick little beer
A few short
hours ago

But don't
**** me yet
Nor open that door
To the 4 o'clock
Blaze outside

Don't fret about me
I'm sure I'll be fine

Just a gray
stumble down
from the
glamour and glitz

and acclaim
of the
Great White Way

Oh fickle poet!
Your slippery heart is in your hand
Bind your mouth,
Persevere.

That certain look
in your eyes
was in my dream
last night

Pearls cascading down
in London
where of course
I’ve never been

Pearls before swine
women and children first
then the rest of it

But it doesn’t matter
does it?
Just a small dream,
if that

Dreams dried and brown
from the middle age sun

Funny how they go
Dreams, I mean

Not pearls

I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.

I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.

I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.

I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.

I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.

This is a *******
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you

This is a *******
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.

Underlining the main point.
Striking words to a page.

It's troublesome when,
One has no rage.

The trouble with poetry is,
One with stanzas united.
Going in rhythm,
With the sound of a heart beat.

Beating down the rhythm,
Of a Skull's drum.

The trouble with poetry is,
One life corrupt,
In a demise.

When the sword strikes stone,
Igniting a fire.

One heart, One soul,
Encrypting each poem.
It's troublesome,
When one has no soul.

All I have
Is
Everything
I have ever and will ever
Need.
Want not
For want is
As useful as plastic
For sealing in freshness of fruits
You were about to enjoy
Anyway.
Eat up,
Drink slow,
There is more to learn than know
And I
Am so grateful
To be a cell
In this
Whole.