And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Just a few moments ago, Hearing a sudden eruption of noise I stopped washing my face, Hit the tap on its head And stood listening. Crows. Making ruckus, Bringing me back my cuts. Each black flight a cut From you, you...
“Show me your house,” said she As soon as we opened the door Now, on the eighth day The house is empty Mute, quiet, refusing to Wave goodbye It was my house She arrived at But in her departure, She left our...
Got up in the morning, Still reeling from Night visions Awoke to a quiet home Empty kitchen New tigerwood floors Wistfully filled up my expectations Raising up my hopes Will she like them? Sixteen miles of Tehachapi...
And so this poem ends
Like my pedantic poems
Unlike your fantastic ones
Saw a red Tesla behind me. Followed me for three blocks Then turned left at the traffic light. Two blocks down the street I pulled into my lot. Imagined the red Tesla would appear Any moment, crashing into me head on...
You said it’s a miracle we met. I said I felt the same way. I said I was looking for you. I said I want to be your friend. Then there was a crash and a burn. I am still looking for reasons. Still counting the...
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