Your cotton shirt has pearl-front snaps
and you jeans are buttoned.
(in need of a wash)
Your wallet has worn a square into the back pocket.
Always with a belt
Keys on one of the loops.
Glasses and a hat-maybe a watch.
No- leave that on.
Piled on the kitchen floor.
That's how I picture it
Don't try to stay your breathing.
These fingers will be your undoing.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Homewrecker.
I see fathers
with children I'm glad aren't mine.
Always torn between stillness
and the motion of idealism
Too selfish to choose
and too stubborn to forget.
with children I'm glad aren't mine.
Always torn between stillness
and the motion of idealism
Too selfish to choose
and too stubborn to forget.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
3 piece suit.
I can't imagine endless days.
I can't take on forever
without cynicism.
Too much happens in one minute
to commit to anything more.
Now is all I can
(and all I will ever)
be able to offer.
This is not fear.
I'm not proud enough for that anymore.
I can't take on forever
without cynicism.
Too much happens in one minute
to commit to anything more.
Now is all I can
(and all I will ever)
be able to offer.
This is not fear.
I'm not proud enough for that anymore.
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