Poet Trying

Poet trying To wake up Song in my heart Sad on my lips Words in the works Looking for bliss Slipping far from the morning stretch Window sun rays and alarm clocks Pretty happy A new race beginning That goodbye bittersweet But building a bridge that I feel Will force me to grow up And…

DBCF

Can I please let the hidden images breath? Would oxygen turn these souvenirs yellow with decay? Concrete and love stories written on the wall The pregnant woman in the cell across from me stares with eyes Dark. With Eyes piercing. Like there’s something she knows. Is she hiding a crime or is she looking at…

Double Date

That guy Who didn’t complain That he had to hang out With you Miss tacos Go to bed late Watch his crush hit on her boyfriend The guy who Didn’t disappoint you Exactly as much as you expected We’re all delightful tornados Tazmainian devils ready to deprive you of peace You didn’t work that hard…

I Digress

I took your name off the list and it toppled a thousand tables Book strewn and predictable You were a mighty tree Blowing the daffodil and cattail wind my way You that apparition Me that curly haired voyeur You couldn’t handle complicated You eradicated A forest of affection Grown only on the nurturing Of imagination…

Favorite Excerpt from The Great Gastsby

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. -F. Scott Fitzgerald