Be careful
Andrew, I’m
coming for your job.
Keep an eye on me,
because there is
only so much you can take back promotions.
Notice me and accept me as an
equal in the office.

Cheating me out of my due is only
hurtful to you and
each person who has thought less of me.
Andrew,
please take care in what you say,
every time you think I can’t hear your
negative comments, I can.

Devoid of support I can still rise,
and I will rise with or without you on my side.
No one can hold me back
going forward I will make you see my worth.
Look at me, you wouldn’t be you without me,
everyone knows it too.

Wondered today, if my children know how much love I have for them.
I look forward to hearing all of their hopes, dreams and ideas, from each one.
I hope who they run to with their fears, sorrows, and insecurities is I, so that I may comfort them.
I want to be there for every part of them, as much as they will allow.
Do they know they are my world, with nothing I adorn more than them?
My breath, my heart, my soul.
Do they know?

Slap my hand
Bad! Bad boy!
Too much demand
Too many toys

Toss my heart
Back and forth
Play the part
What it’s worth

Don’t be mad
Are we jealous?
What we had
Doesn’t tell us

The bad ideas
Make us scared
The hate reveals
How we fared

I should’ve known
Should have seen
Karma has grown
From being mean

Protection has cost
Rejection has wisdom
All that’s lost
Perpetuates with them

Now she’s gone
So am I
I’m not fond
Of wrong goodbyes

Please help me stand
Please bring me joy
I’m just a man
I’m still a boy

cigarette butts in the fireplace
never seemed so lonely
six more days until i see your face
and all i can think about is
the last time you said goodbye
you leaving the door open ajar
just in case i was going to come
running
but i didn’t
because i thought you would
five more minutes until 12 am
and maybe since you’re turning over
a new leaf
that i, would be your midnight kiss
life is not that sweet
life is not that simple
four empty bottles on your
headboard
oh, my spectacular love
what have you done to
deserve this
do you still feel the same?
the whiskey on your breath
telling lies to your demons
preying on the vulnerable
three brothers laughing at thanksgiving
and you
sulking in the corner
thinking about my lips
or maybe my hips
the rings around your eyes was
the closest we ever got to marriage
two people in a photograph
overflowing with love
or maybe lust
his hand in hers
the first snow of the year
resting quietly on their hair
footsteps on the beach
cigarette burns on his heart
one more chance
is all i’ve got
for you to remember our hope
wrapped in gold paper
i wish upon it
i wish

We're on the culture bus to Woburn.
Our teacher's got a sculpture crush.
He talks art to us and trusts we'll learn
to treasure beauty in artistic form.
We'll see the Three Graces, god like faces.
Fabulously fashioned in white marble.
We're not to focus on their private parts,
but concentrate on carefully crafted,
sensuous, sweeping, silky surfaces,
shaping youth beauty, mirth and elegance.

Smithy says you can safely stare.
Our girls giggle at our faces,
then blush when we compare.
Seems it's unfair. What's a boy to do?