Dale Evans was the kind of guy who bought flowers and if he didn't have enough money after rent, he would write a letter, and it would go something like this: work was long and I thought about you and the baby all day. Doesn't he look like my dad? I never knew him well - have I told you much about him? I promise, promise, promise I'll tell you more ( Read more... )

he says to her, this is what i sound like
when I am myself
it sounds like egg shells breaking, she says
i have never heard that sound before, he says,
is it anything like the sound of snow hardening on the ground?
and what does that sound like, she asks
should you leave, he starts,
but dares not finish.

nothing says nothing ( Read more... )

i have no future beyond you ( Read more... )

i, i i am not a poet
i am not a prophet
i am poor and i am
living in the rich
folds of the universe
i, i i am in debted
to near death 
the folds of death
and live life, i i live 
life with my last 
breath

Merging

A friend once told me that
if any event that you're getting raped,
you should yell "Fire!" instead of "Rape!"
because if you yell "rape" there is
a less likely chance that someone might
come.
She dislikes all men but reads
well at poetry events, with a smile
that could only be characterized as,
coy.

Another friend amuses himself with quotes
from Brett ( Read more... )

Apology V: a long Love letter to the Reader.

I.
I don't want to

feel.

II.
Might we rub hearts,
I would be happier if
you always kept in mind
that I will always be
first person singular;

no matter how many
"we's," "he's," or "she's,"
you use,

I
always am.

III.
After many nights, you
might have noticed I am
possibly the worst medium
you've ever dabbled in.

This is part ( Read more... )

Thinking about you is slowly driving me insane.

-

Being Frank
A tribute.

He might have feared he didn't
truly see the SARDINES,
even spelled out as they were;
there was always so much more,
the terror of it, the color, shape,
sound, Life - days went by,

and often, he couldn't find a
poem; in all the things he had
written, there was always that
fear again, ( Read more... )

It seems that the poetry phase, which was supposed to have been over possibly a month or two ago, is still at work. Non-epic free verse, also known as the abominable prose-poem.

-

Inside Magic

How can I wow you?
Didn't I say "yes"
because you had the
knack in college
to wow yourself?

She has one, two, eighteen large curlers in her hair
    and she is ( Read more... )

The more I write, the more I disappear.  I don't know how it works and sometimes I don't want to know how it works. Not a poem, but a poem.

-

trudy

at our Sunday gathering, Trudy said

line dances align people in neat rows
and columns that form one unit;
it severs participants from the responsibilities and
embarrassments one may experience
while dancing ( Read more... )