the coffee’s burnt again  
and the cat’s staring like it knows  
I haven’t cried in six years  
but I’ve been leaking in other ways
through the fridge light,  
through the cracks in the drywall,  
through the way I say “fine”  
when I mean “I’m rotting.”

the mailman dropped another envelope  
with no name, just a whisper  
and I thought maybe it was time  
to bury the version of me  
that still believed in clean slates  
and women who don’t flinch  
when you say you write poems.

I’m overdue for a funeral  
but nobody wants to dig  
unless there’s a paycheck  
or a priest involved  
and I don’t believe in either.

the barstool still remembers my spine  
and the bartender’s got a face  
like a broken clock
always stuck at 2:17 a.m.  
when the jukebox plays Sinatra  
and the drunks pretend  
they’re philosophers.

I tried to write an obituary  
for the part of me that used to care  
but the pen ran out  
and the paper laughed.

so I lit a cigarette  
and gave the ashes a name.

The silly minutes
rage by like a
falling cuckoo clock.
Dilapidated dreams are
bent and burnt like
autumn leaves.

**** the cliches.
Time hurts, like a
gaping wound.
Hold it close, and
value every precious
second.

Your love is like a frozen bird, a
feathered stone falling from the sky.
I wish it didn't die.
It should be flying, and soring, and
healing, against the warm blaze of
the afternoon sun--weaving and
diving through the coolness of the clouds.
But it's gone, and all it can do is
plummet and take a few more
birds out, on its way down.

Day's night
Winter's spring
Separate's love

Personality in shortcomings
Your tears in my eyes
Rivers in sea
Times in childhood

Crimes with punishment
Peace with wars
Branches with tree
Future with past
Marriage with love

saw you yesterday you were walking bye
you were hand in hand with your brand new guy
wishing it was me that was by your side
im still in love with you from it i cant hide

i feel so alone without you here with me
remebering the love  that there used to be
before it all went  we went seperate ways
all i have now is lonely nights and  days

nothing i can say nothing i can do
ive tried everthing to get over you
i cant help my self i still love you so
i wll love you always more than youwill know

Tokyo to Kyoto
I ride the bullet train
Silently at night
Booming in my brain

Kamakura Buddha
All that lovely snow
See you at Sophia U.
Yoko yo yo yo yo!

And
They're always there,
Perpetually dancing
In an ecstatic composition.

And
There is no end.

Even when their bodies
Break and curl
Into rotten force.

Still they move.

They cannot stop.

And I am
Always observing,
Choosing the playlist.