We write endlessly
about the sensuous things in life,
it's ***-for-tat,
some rat-a-tat-tat,
for us
that's where it's at.

It ain't like chess,
gin rummy
or even go fish,
it's the real hot-deal
in penmanship.

We're restless souls,
dreaming & wishing,
confessing & bleeding
our ruptured-hearts out
in ******-like
steamy-words.

Hell no,
we ain't terse,
we're just darned
loose with the ****-verses....
read them & believe it,
kindred spirits!

There is something to be said for the way your smile lights up passageways in my heart that have long been darkened

I remember the smell of your soap and the taste of honeycomb cereal and the feel of your soft hands protecting my small hands on the way across the road to my kindergarten classroom

And here today I sit across from you and I want to thank you for every cut you cleaned, and every tear you wiped, and the way you taught me to smile no matter who kicked me down, but I have to remember that you are now someone else

And to you, I am as good as a stranger
To you, we share no memories
No quiet mornings or warm afternoons

And I sit here today and I'm smiling and you're smiling but all is hollow because you cannot place my face in your photo frames of memory and I cannot help but curse myself for letting you get away from me

And these diseases of the mind are the silent terrorists, waging wars on memories and leaving ticking time bombs with tired families

I don't cry
I don't cry
I don't cry

Every Sunday afternoon you spent carving me into the person I am is gone, and I am coming to realize that without your love, this being you forged is wooden and hollow

You mean more to me than anything in the world
But you don't know who I am
I am gone to you

And every Sunday afternoon, I tell you who I am
And you smile and nod, and you're as kind as can be
But you are convinced, you've never met me



I have to smile
No matter who or what kicks me down

Waves o'er the waves.
Waves u'er the waves.
Waves waving to us on the shore.

A space shuttle destroying itself
to get to the stars,
causing it's own earthquake,
a big **** of fire
speeding it through gravity's
invisible leash,
another violence only possible
in the 20th century.

The quails calm on the wires...

It's broken you know,
My heart, my life, my soul
I knew another
Could never love me
The way I loved you

But what are lovers long lost?
What are shadows in the dark?
What is it like
To dig a hole in the emptiness
Of yesterday?

You play me like a fiddle
And I let you
I let you
Pull me apart

Like it was nothing.

Well, maybe it is..
I'm hollow now
I gave you everything
But the skin off my back

And still you crave
Every inch of me
Until every breath
In my lungs
Once belonged to you

How can I ever be myself
If you caged me in hell?
How can I ever move on
With my veins knotted
Around yours?

How?

How can I ever get this bitter taste
Of loneliness out of my mouth
If you keep walking away?


I kissed the Devil's lips once
And he tasted sweeter than you.