one billion years from now
we will still be right in the
middle
of infinity

I think about this when someone talks about how special we are

my poems are just bookmarks
a few words here or there
to mark the passing of a thought
RIP thought
this poem was your gravestone

the man in me
forgives the man in you

the girl
still struggles

she projected so accurately her heart's desire onto him
endlessly entranced by the perfection he represented

she wonders, now
shaken well and free of her glamour
what might he actually have been like

the enormous snake moved slowly and steadily across the landscape
metallic and smooth, a silver train
holding possibilities like passengers
unconcerned with it's destination
it had no beginning or end, like most mythical snakes
all is well, was the message to my mind
you are on track

the only wishes that come true
are those ladled from the heart of God

there was a beautiful woman who loved him once
but he could not look her in the eye

after a long time staring at the ground
he got up the nerve to say


goodbye