If you are in me
And I am in you
And we both care about the other
Does that make us self-centered?

The best kind of kiss
Is one that has been exchanged
a thousand times between eyes,
before the lips have even met.

I see two fire trucks pass each other
going opposite directions.
As I’m trying to think of a clever metaphor
for poor planning
I remind myself that at least one family
is standing in a thigh high pile of fine ash
that was their home
just an hour ago.
Maybe two families.
These thoughts and others haunt me when I’m pulled from my duck footed sidewalk reverie
by a lottery ticket stuck in the riff-raff that separates
Gateway Ave from the parking lot of the Nervous Hospital.
It is laid bare like a mugging victim;
crumpled up and inches from the gutter.
That was someone’s dream
just a day ago.
Think I’ll cross the street-
give that homeless vet a dollar.
It’s my last one.
My house has fleas, but
it ain’t on fire.

Immeasurable, vast, multi-faceted
Bearing through it with no other options
All consuming, fire burning
Love rekindling; oh wait- I'm joking
If glimmers are still in sight
Be careful
Because the pain is yet to worsen

You cried
Was that it?
A couple of lousy tears streamed down your face
You would think I'd be sad
If only I believed it