Monday, January 8, 2018

The weight pulls so hard
You almost pray that it goes
Till one day it's gone
And in its absence you find
A deep need for your anchor
Despite myself, still
I'm at home with loneliness
now at 55
Like when I was a child
Alone sometimes makes more sense

Sunday, December 31, 2017

It's impossible
but if you were me I'd say
the right things to you
the things no-one says to me
the things I say to you now

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

In the midst of my
year of mourning for my dad
mom comes back again
from the dead, reminding me
that she passed away today

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Pyroclastic flow: 
Fast gas created 
tent rocks in New Mexico 
Kasha-Katuwe white cliffs 
From Pajarito Plateau
There are many dead
who are more likable now
and I wonder why.
And I think maybe I know;
they've moved out of their own way

Sunday, September 10, 2017

He confided me
with which bed he himself owns
but I still don't get
how the Mattress Firm salesman
is able to sleep at night