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Autobiography of a…Face?   My smile. It draws people in. From far away I reel them in. They are captured by my eyes shining bright looking at them. They look to my lips. They forget my hips. (Or do they?) Pressed against me. My hugs…

Tears (17)

You turn your head sorrow masculine cliches fear. You catch your breath shame masculine pride tears. What? What is it? The joy is leaking from my heart.

#17

My precious. Though I have many (and I love them all) in different places I call home. My precious is mostly black, with red insides, and its curves fit my hand perfectly. My precious is with me every morning, bringing a dose of my addiction….

Saving My Laptop

If I only had time to grab one physical object and save it from destruction, It would be you; Old friend; Your keyboard is worn to invisibility; It takes you longer to start up than  it does for my coffee to boil; Your electronic seizures…

Puzzle – 17/24

If I divorce my sadness — will someone marry my soul?  I have more love Than any girl you’ll ever call home I’ve never done the same puzzle twice or once for that matter I was always too tired, And always much sadder

How Things Can Change

As a young lad growing up At times you have to move Let me tell you my story Let you focus improve Growing up in private school From preschool to eighth grade And then I began public I began this afraid But I survived those…

You Asked Me

You asked me What I would say if didn’t see you tomorrow. My day would be full of sorrow; I would feel pain inside like the receding tide ripping the sand away . . . If I didn’t see you another day.   If I…

The Walled City (Hour Seventeen)

I’ll take you to the walled city, Just north of here. Where better to go? I’ve been saving these coins for a lifetime. They have no value to me, Only interest, But in your sweet hands, They become everything that will keep you Flourishing.  …

Hour Seventeen

If the mirror never lies, how do I not recognize me? How is it I’ve become just what you wanted me to be? I twist and turn and break and bend To fit the mold you’ve put me in. Now in the mirror I look…

Sestina

…you have to work within the system sometimes … and learn how to play … work to change the system … for a time,staying in it … and realize, things may get far worse …before they get better … perhaps we would fare better …if…