Early morning
bicycle rides, and sounds of
train bells
ringing--
a car alarm fades
into the night,
the black sky
sinks behind,
smell of blue sky, waiting.

do you remember kissing me in the alley
before life got in the way,
summer sweats and bad directions, left me
hopeless
waiting for a plane at DIA.

it's dark;
in the midst of 5am traffic,
I'm catching myself, not thinking of you.
Turning the corner, around the brick wall,
I am facing your building,
and all of your thoughts
behind those walls
could never reach me, anyhow,
they were
never meant for me
in the first place.

The paling of the planets
as you wished upon a star,
the flowers wilting in the
snow that you've been waiting for,
did you catch your
lover
in bed with some fucking
whore;
I'll watch you unravel,
like rainclouds in the
storm.

so come on and tell the story
about Midori, wild hearts and
aching limbs.
playing bullshit,
a group of confused freshmen.
stairwell moments and a 3rd floor balcony, where I'm
exhaling
as you're
breathing in.

WHY AM I SCARRED FROM WHAT SHE DID TO ME??

Airplane rides and
counting crows,
trimming plants
and Texas roads,
thinking about rental cars
and no matter
how hard I tried,
she was
dead inside

I want
a Saturday morning
to walk the dogs and
breakfast
from the Greek place
that delivers; I want
to crawl back in bed
to be in her arms
to read
the Sunday morning paper

It's been a long time since I've closed down the bar.

I thought about your car. I thought about making the drive.

I thought about being alone in the dark.

Hospital smells and
whiskey wells;
the darkened sidewalks loomed under
December clouds, while I
drank my weight of
December snow.