some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

i've grown tired of my words
because they sound so much
like me.

When you fixated on parts of me
You reduced me to those things.
I loved you,
So I swallowed the hurt,
And I swallowed the sad,
And I gave you everything that I had.
I became what you wanted,
I sliced off those body parts
And sent them to you, reluctantly, at first
But a starving dog will beg for a bone;
When I saw that was all that I could hope for
I let you cut me up.
I sent you segments of me.
But the one part that you never asked for
Wept and wept, waiting for your love
Waiting, in vain, crying, in pain.

wanting to die
is not a selfish adventure
when you can't handle
the thought of walking
step by step in a world
that you hate to the bone

Through our love of poetry we met
Perchance, as if fate decreed
Two strangers

Living so far apart, oceans away
Yet held together by bonds of friendship
So strong

Your sweetness and kindness
A true gentleman I have come to know
And love

Sharing our days, overlapping and beginning
As you awake and ending with me asleep
Keeping company

The weekends so long as Friday we bid goodbye
Until Monday dawns and again
We greet

Your compassion and kindness shown to me
During my heartbreaking loss, you became
My rock

Thank you for being a part of my world
Enriching my soul and heart
My life

Let this Valentine’s Day be a chance to say
What you mean to me
For ever

No flowers or gifts
Just a few words to let you know
You are loved