You say things like:
"Caw caw!" and "llamo"
with a hard L

As a statement
you ask: "You my baby?"
Despite the holes in my body

Our shared presence a chaotic
good and I, beside myself, at your
"We love each other, don't we?"

Two generations
removed from
the Good

But Good
is not the point
of poetry

We all wear clothes,
and lick our lips
against the cold.

As a child things close
with a ziplock zip, and grass
made you a woodland nymph.

A sentiment arises on the first
day of school—and you say: never
let me go or let me go at once—

With a stubborn tug
in the passionate bones
long gone by lunch

Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence

The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with

The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh

Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought

No hasty decisions
should’ve been made,
so you say.

Is it habit or some
other innate thing drawing
in the opposites?

You remembered when I said
love could be like that thing inside atoms:
A force between the quarks and current

with no real will of its own,
but to pulse and pull

You say my name when
you see my face, but
you don't know me.

I shied away--just
in case-- but you
couldn't see me.

I spell your name
like a song, but you
don't hear me.

You don't know
me at all.

I'm some real
thing, but no
real poet.

It's getting awfully
blank in
here.

I don't want
to waste time with
unsatisfied lines.

I need a new, sound
love. No use in chasing
poetic chord progressions.

"Regular-sized Rudy?
Why do they call you that?"
"Just look at me,"

A touch of incongruity,
like a rogue ****** in
the parking lot of Rite Aid
that's like really close to the entrance

He said: "I want us to
be happy, and normal,
and I want to treat you better,"
Just look at me.

Like some thread
upon a line,
I can't let go

Cast seaward then
reeled in- but not for
lack of trying

The spool too taut,
a knot in twine, to
set the thing unwinding

How many ties are there
exactly and when does
the schism occur?

At some point, a
stance is taken and
a yell is given

“Look at it! Look at it!
I want all of you
to look at it!”