There is something of the calm cool night,
no jacket, no shiver, no mosquito bite.
no steam, no ice, it is betwixt,
internal fire --safe in interstice.
You can lie down under stars --as is.
I dip my pen, in what wraps this poem tight,
the penumbral peace --of a calm cool night.

If bad things come in threes,
Why do good things come one at a time?
Why do the bad things lead to the development of bad habits
Sleeping till noon, ******* down cigarettes
Like they contain oxygen.

Yet the good things are fleeting.
Not even around long enough to take a picture,
To hang on a cracking cork board above my bed.

I will only be comfortable
If you're as uncomfortable as I am.
I'll only let my guard down
If you let yours down first.

Someone once told me
That in every relationship
One person always cares more than the other.
One person's attachment runs a little bit deeper.

Ignorance is bliss,
But power and control,
I can't relinquish that.