I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.

Purple is my favorite color
But I hate plum,
New Brunswick skies appear so ugly
But they are good for telling the weather

I wish you would stop cleaning your stupid boat
Which think what you want
But it’s not really a yacht,
At least Girj says so

I believe it’s important to get *****
Like how the stray kittens in my backyard play
As I smoke stoags and light bowls
In my stoop kid fashion kind of way

And I really wouldn’t mind having a coke with
Frank O’Hara
Or a beer with Charles Bukowski,
In fact I think I’d enjoy it

But everyone has their secrets
I tend to buy mine at Kohl’s;
And I hope you realize
This happens to be my life poured into a paper cup

Just incase you get thirsty
While you’re cleaning your stupid boat

The man called Mitt
Is known to flip
And flop to try and
Please ya.
The President claims
His foe has got
A bad case of
“Romnesia”
Elephants have
Been known to
Have a
photographic mind.
Yet Mitt, their standard bearer
Changes his stance
time after time.
Might he prove a moderate
or is he right of center?
Can he govern Blue states too
Or is he all magenta?
When talking to his base
He always spouts the Party line.
Other times he’s a Romnesiac
And thus hard to define.

a photo of
October..
suggests colors of
Our breathing..
an exhalation
as creation seen..
the rainbow
prismatic surprises of
metaphor and promise..
and now
Especially now
in October
colors glow
in dying...