August 31, 2015


                                  

                            have my class and possibly you 
                            on how everything feels so new


			

August 29, 2015









you overwhelmed me with your prose
  that you say stay  over my over me pleas

  your glorious pin me up bright blue days
  were also my out of your sight blue days



August 27, 2015

de Beauvoir

August 26, 2015




                                           
                                            i saw his name in the trees
                                            curious to see what he sees

August 17, 2015



 signal, we feared
grips what once was
is no more, what was
ours, isn't

 paths diverge
wish you well, my love
next life calls us
Comrade Babylon
 you have heavied my heart 

 you, who had lifted me
not seldom, from despair

if they only knew
  how much they owe you
  how sincere a thank you

from day one, mike said 
we were made for each other

       and we went,  made for each other

                              we fought off hany
                              we fought over sean

through years, through tears
 you stayed alongside me

     my companion, my Bobo man
      unlike dog's best friend, you loved me
      unconditionally

              now my spirit is broken, my eyes burned dry
               they, like i, lie
              
                        but you knew the truth

you kept me alive back when
remember us then

              bruised and bewildered
               blood, on my knees
                 
                 you came to me
                 you gave to me
                 reason to stay
                 reasons to say

thank you, i love you, and i will miss you

                        my little Italian fox
                        my climate change denier
                        my beautiful, darling 
                                                  Baby






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August 13, 2015









     have not the day nor the hour
     to train in the art of poetry
     to train in the act of losing

August 11, 2015




                                         the photo reel, a poor man's knife
                                         tried to twist it toward the ulcer
                                         eyes glossed over, stunned away by

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                                                              how could you




 


August 6, 2015







swallow me up in your pain kill mess
i do my best in this catastrophe sea
back on the tire swing where you had

there is pain there still between us

i lost you at the staircase and when
ever you see my face i know it hurts
breaks my spirit this inadequacy sea 

August 1, 2015










                                                if i decided to stay
                                                it is because of you





                                                and that was not the
                                                plan but here we are