There’s no goodbye Just awkward exits Until we meet again For again is too long to me If i die today Would you give me a second thought For intimacy we shared Came at acquaintance lost What happened to your smile The chuckle that carried…

There was a moment… …where you brushed my hair from my face… …where you took my hand in your own… …where your eyes searched mine and they shined… Then you closed that door and moved on. (but for a moment, you were mine…)

#4 Poem for Nick Drake Strange that I’d never heard the haunting words you wrote. Not once had I reveled in the darkness found between the notes. I think I have been in your room, stood at the round window you had there. I’ve gazed,…

I was born an accident, no longer a resident, with no reason to repent, Nothing more then a failed abortion, thrown into a world of distortion. Killed before my peers, bringing out my deepest fears, while the crowed shouts and cheers. Here’s to the one,…

This is a story of a boy, fifteen. Kafka, turns into a cockroach, don’t approach; I prefer isolation. No need, no need. Go away. I appreciate cross cultural references. Meta-critical poetry. Metaphysical cross- country. Metaphorical love-making. Meta-l music. Meta-stasis from young to younger. Meta-morphosis from…

My very teeth – all sweet relinquish morals to the craving to bring spring to know seasons to hoist my weather-mouth high above her, perched perfect as a statue, she is. I am such an ardent gardener I make the flowers bloom in winter, and…

Nothing nature creates Is ever a draft Always perfect From the first thought From the first time   Imagined ideal Born ideal   Like you like me Ideal as a dream   Dream as a flame In your heart Desiring the world   Born ideal…

sailing over the moon… the moon trembles under his oars… their boat creates a moon eclipse before the waterlily leaves…  

So, the earth is round the sun does not go round the earth the moon is not another planet So, I believe angels roam the earth I believe we each have guides that nudge us I believe what you call a scientific discovery is but…

Alone in the reef- The strain of time begins to wear on my flayed nerves. The sweltering sun beats upon my frayed mind. Fat flies buzz above my head, seemingly awaiting my impending demise. I long to shed this disguise. Swatting these pests has become…