May 2012
5 posts
If only life
Could always be
Like carved out names
Upon a tree
I could not hear
A word you said
Instead I watched you
From your bed
A flower wilts
Beside the pane
While children skip
Along the lane
Climb along
The white lattice
To where your lover
Rests in peace
Bound and gagged
Within a chest
Was always how
I liked you best
April 2012
30 posts
Your lumberjack
Did cut me down
And dragged me through
The streets of town
We left together
You and me
And then our two
Turned into three
It was always
Such a treat
To dance with you
Upon your feet
Tiny golden
Grains of sand
Falling gently
From my hand
The bishop says
That I should pray
All those little
Thoughts away
Glass of water
On a sill
Waits for you
To take your pill
When you spoke
I should have knew
You save your truth
For just a few
If you’d like
A life that’s calm
Travel not
To Vietnam
It’s nice to sit
Beside a pond
And kiss the mouth
Of something blonde
I bought a plant
And then it grew
To loathe the very
Sight of you
We waited ‘til
We met the tide
And then we yawned
And went inside
You’ve painted trolls
And trollops three
Yet still you say
You’ll not paint me
Safe beside
A stalwart man
If I can’t smile
No one can
Fingers page
A magazine
Below a lamp
Where bugs convene
In yellow paper
You may find
A girl who’s said
To’ve lost her mind
Atop a roof
I gazed upon
A sordid sort of
Marathon
While you slept
I drank your tea
Wore your clothes
And climbed your tree
Back behind
Our wooden shed
You’ve made yourself
A little bed
Like a wolf
In wooly clothes
You hid your heart
But not your nose
I’ve found a way
To come to you
Through doors with teeth
And walls of glue
My key had broke
And so I knocked
But soon I learned
You’d changed the locks
Down an alley
There’s a place
Where you might find
My smiling face
Leather suitcase
Dans la gare
Kill me now
I shall not care
We do not care
If they’re unclean
Say the things
You really mean
The jolly doctor
Wants to see
All the things
You gave to me
It’s hard to think
I’ll soon forget
Your gold encrusted
Silhouette
Of all the people
In the town
None more crooked
Than the clown
The bravest thing
You ever said
Bring your things
And share my bed
They went to school
To learn new things
But all they got
Were names of Kings
He told me what
Was in his head
I very nearly
Wet the bed
March 2012
31 posts
I only argue
Earnestly
Among the ones
That interest me
You’re sweet to me
But I’m not dim
I saw the way
You treated him
Lovers lie
In common beds
And tuck their truths
Within their heads
All the girls
Expected more
But now they’re fat
And one’s a whore
Rest my hand
Upon the mast
Hail the future
Burn the past
Some people like
Collecting things
But I prefer
What nature brings
Pinch the lilacs
I dare say
If they catch you
Run away
I spoke to you
Upon a whim
I should have guessed
You were with him
Steeplechase
The mind’s campaign
We walked in silence
To the train
Now you’re forced
To look at me
I’ve finally made it
On TV
The smell of grass
Through window comes
Upon a leaf
Boll weevil hums
You showed me love
I did not see
My eyes aren’t what
They used to be
The visage of
A gentler race
Cut and pasted
On your face
She filled her coat
With heavy rocks
And swam out further
Past the docks
Of all the people
That I know
No one shines
Like so-and-so
