“Captain, My Captain”
Next time don’t lie
When you sit close and sigh
You’re married already
So forget going steady
Tag: poetry
A New York City Love Story
Hindsight is not 20/20.
Hindsight is God allowing you to never forget what you or someone else massacred.
He Just Dropped Two Tabs of Acid
“It feels like you’re inside my body,”
he whispered and squeezed tighter and
tried to meld two into one
like lonesome clumps of wet clay.
The Jacket
The ruthless cold shakes my being,
flooding me with memories,
reminding me of the days I walked naked,
freezing to death by my consuming pain.
Dreaming of an Independence Day for Her
her liberty
to love herself
her liberty
to have a choice when it comes to her body
her liberty
to age
You. There. Now.
They pause long enough to kiss under a tree whose limbs are bursting with grandchildren.
Five Fatimas Five
A decade a coke
Whore
A year pathetic
Hermit
Home is Where The Heart Lives
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.