2:29

While strategically placing my lipstick, I caught a glance of the clock. Its 2:29. Damn that brings me back to the times….. Remember how you would hold my face in your hands when we kissed? Do you remember how I would sing to you or…

3 PM

The pen in my hand the clock on the wall. Can the pen write fast enough before time passes? Ideas swarm in my head words reach out. Some land on the page others fly on by. When the right ones get together a poem may…

For Kurt

I wait I wait for you to Finish But instead you say Nevermind Come as you are as you were Can you feel my love buzz I wait. I wait for you But you scream stay away Come as you are as you were I’m…

waterfall that day

she doesn’t give the plants carbon dioxide she gives them art and an apology she’s incredibly useful, but never doing the supposed-to-do of things she’s the kind to ask people to bring ponchos to parties instead of potato chips, in case she’s a waterfall that…

Walk Alone

Hour 7 – 12:00 PM   I’m a walking legend. Ive been apprehensive to let you in. I’m troubleshooting the universe to let us win. Without a vision there is no tomorrow. We can’t sustain if were forced to swim. Let alone walk, were already…

let him wait

i let him wait through early morning and the softly fallen dew through the afternoon and the lazy day too i let him want through the evening and then morning again let him wait let him wait let him wait not have a slice or…

Cat Poem 5

Cat is holding my book My poems in his grasp My attention sought He won’t just ask   His paws reach far Claws in or out? My work doesn’t matter He won’t care if I pout   Literary kitty Sleeps on pen and books Slaps…

An Island Arises

Clothed in lavender and rosemary boughs iridescent orbits delight and entrance coconuts and bongos interrupt the tranquil sight volcanic stones make my tread light I’m naked and unrepentant rushing up an island arises to blight the whole scene reeking of garden oils, flowers and clean…

For My Mother

Roses are red Violets are blue Daisies are white And birds of paradise are orange, purple, and green   I’ll always love you Who cares if the poem doesn’t rhyme?

Ice.

Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue, I couldn’t help but fall into, I wish you’d had a warning sign, “I’m not worth wishing you were mine”, For frozen lakes look pretty too, But one dip and you will freeze right through, Now I wonder…