Paul and I on Franklin Street
Talking of Richard Todd

He says we were meant to meet
The reason comes from God

I do not know how this is so
He, like me, is odd

But I think he might be right
And I walk on towards the quad

2:00am
***** sheets
A locked up jaw
And dread-dried-joy

If today,
To grow
We must destroy
If to feast
We must parasite
Or to plant seeds
We must plow down

I'll gladly sit a moment
In sweet sunlight
And soak her up sat still,
For once.

In this rainy evening
I am feeling so alone
Babe, make me smile
with your lovely eyes!

Let your soft touches
bring pleasure to my heart
That's full of happiness
I can't tell in my words.

The language of your eyes
and the smile on your face
make me feel so drunk,
Like I'm melting into you.

Please don't stop this rain
Let the door be closed
Let go evening lamps
Light up my life, beloved!

so she was reading my stuff and said to me
'why do you hide this?
put it out there for people to see'


well I'd like to, but the
      horses would catch me

Heart beat, bruised
bittersweetened, bent;
passion’s capillary action
relaxes then contracts again-
a seed beneath, muscle
fatigued, toils and spends;
roots, a web of arteries extend,
branching tree stemmed,
leaves shedding red oxygen;
veins shredded to the thread,
frayed strands bleed,
unweave and unhem;
rivulets spill, unquenched,
hemorrhaging hands,
their fingers search to mingle, blend;
a crimson cardiac attack, defend-
for a moment, pressure wavering, suspends,
then pulled back, we cauterize
and mend our loose ends;
every line a vine of growth we tend-
surrounding blossoms rose gardens.