Tuesday, August 18, 2009


even though
you drink too much
and smoke too much
doesn't mean
i don't think too much
of you.


crazy in love-
humbled by you,
your surprising linguistic prowess and
cut to-the-waist lovelocks,
i swallow hard.

swallowing hard
second nature
when the right cocktail

Monday, August 17, 2009


i've looked into the eyes of beauty.
i've seen it and all that it beholds.
i liked it - no i loved it,
but i got nothing done.

now i'm faced with choices.
from which bough do i bow?
i've seen it - no i want it.
i express it- now i wait.

Sunday, August 9, 2009


your lips curl up & purse
like tasting sour sauce
when my name
comes up in
casual conversation.

there is something so wrong
about becoming a quitter -
another -
when everything is pure gold -
withered and survived.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

.134 (loneliness)

it's not the heaviness
the outsiderness
the within you without-ness or
the bareness of witness

it's not the artificialness
it's not the darkness
it's not the shallowness or 
it's purposefulness 

not the perfectness nor
the purpleness
not the wildness 
not the wilderness

not the 'let me be freeness'
the here-ness and nowness
the 'thing must be rareness'
only my carelessness


Saturday, August 1, 2009

.133 (pt. 1 of 2)

my mind goes
a million miles a minute;
races around -
the myriad of tasks i
must attend to.

every forward jut,
every lay down and wait,
every dollar,
bumps you up in my mind;
light switching-
hair pulled back
away from your face.