a man and i need you
my soul is still a boy
my body has a huge c...
and i give you this toy

Thousands of words with,
Diverse meaning.
Convene together,
to releate a feeling.
Twist them little,
they will make bleed.
Twist them more,
and there spring a new creed.

An ocean of sounds,
But none ascribe me.
To embellish a constant ramble,
voices starts to play scramble

In this expanding tangle.
How to become amble,
like a perennial flow.
Words are finding,
their true meaning pretty slow.

Dreaming an oasis in the dessert of differences.
A world where inferences,
spread beyond the sky
So one can converse the language of I.

sometimes I hear a baby wailing in public and i wonder how and why adults never get to break down like that


and then I remember how i sobbed when i got the call that my dad died


and now i can't breathe again

It seems like today
I have little to say
Nothing amusing or clever

No biting retort
Nor subtle bon mot
Or an idea to use as a lever

To open the crypt
Of my bottom lip
A relevant thought to deliver

The very concept
Makes me feel quite inept
Yet also sets me aquiver

No funny remark
Providing a spark
Which bursts into creative flame

So while others may hark
From lives shallow and stark
Remember that this is no game.

What a quaint turn of phrase
To describe my malaise
tis an accurate way to frame it.

To excrete or not see
Not a fun way to be
And no one upon which to blame it.

Is life often this way?
Nothing good either way?
Just a sad choice of what’s bad or worse?

Is this all we’ve got?
The noose or a shot?
And is this life naught but a curse?

I’d like to believe
We weren’t meant to just grieve
That a future with joy lies ahead?

Not just **** and blindness
But some hope and kindness
Something nice before I notice I’m dead!

Perhaps my reward
Is meant to be scored
Just after my untimely demise?

In which case I must say
I’ll begin right away
My quite excellent will to revise.

Separation-

Exclamation.

Exasperation-

and then silence-

for all the years
when you were speaking to me
have found the words

silent-

and as the feet
slide side by side,

the heartbeat
is deafly quiet-



a treasure is lost

a foundation is cracked

the stone i leaned upon has swayed-


my only wish,
if i could have it,
would be that you could’ve stayed-


that maybe grace and understanding could keep you
instead of sending you away.