Her Only Poet

She fell for her only poet.
Words wrapped in words
 like a chain around
 her heart
from a distant land
and she never felt nothing like
 that before.
Not from nobody.
Especially not a
nobody
that she couldn't touch,
hold,
kiss
or slap.
But, she did it anyway.
She fell for her only poet.

it's a little bit higher up than i can reach, maybe just...

it's a little bit higher up than
i can reach
maybe just too abstract
for me to
 comprehend.
So while some go and flex their inflexibilities
 and others shame the gospel truth
   goddamn shamelessly
i look up
to you
to reach down
to me.

" you've got company "

That's the announcement that a creaky old
wooden house door
makes at night
especially at night
   because it hears footsteps
coming
and waits
very patiently... until
the time is right.... to herald
      " you've got company "

falling

a soft rain
is falling
falling
in the distance
lightning
thunder
curtains flutter
the window is open
the dark wind cools our skin
your head resting
on
my shoulder
my hand on your hand
there are no secrets
in this room
i watch you breathe
like i breathe
dream
like i dream, while
listening
to
a soft rain
still falling
falling

cream soda

               all the while
                       *
                      ice
           floats in a tall glass
                       of
         Canfield's cream soda
             on a picnic table
              in the afternoon
                       sun
                   defiantly
                        *
                  yesterday
                  we kissed
                       and
                    laughed
                         *
                      today
                 we twisted
                      every
                       tale
                        
               all the  while
                         *
                        ice
             floats in a tall glass
                         of
           Canfield's cream soda
              on that picnic table
                in the afternoon
                         sun
                         and
                      all of us
                    get smaller
              
                 

The Forgotten Son of b-movie actor Aldo Ray

                        " hey Dad, remember
                                              me ? "

waiting.... Juliet

                                        We are standing
                                           much closer
                              and we are not looking down.
                                       We have held on
                                          much longer.
                               So stubborn or spellbound.     
                               We are sleeping much later.
                                We are not dreaming now.
                                       We are breathing
                                            like catfish,
                                  like they showed us how.
                                        We are standing
                                            much closer
                              though we are not touching, yet.
                                        Romeo is waiting.
                                         waiting.... Juliet.