Do you remember the first time you put your arm around mine
as we walked down the street? Was it after dancing with Shawn and David at the Blue Monk? I think it was. Remember the second time? We got dinner at Trattoria Aroma. We talked of old age, family, death, amidst a wonderful meal together. You got the pappardelle, I got pizza. I should have gotten […]
A piece of dirt remains in my bed,
along with the scent of the hair on your head.
Self Indulgence
traces of old loverscomposed unintentionallyin dreams,inadvertentlyin strangers faces.They are not here;no tracesno smell no tastecannot feel them cannot heartheir voice;so what is this thatlingers? Myeyesdo notbut apparentlyIcansee them.See what?Memory—so unreliablecomposes subjectivereferenceshistories.Recall what once was,whether you care toor not.The mind’s eye never blinks.It’s symphonies,though composed by us,are impossible for us to understand,and leave us with retrospective […]
go do
It’s been a whilesince I’ve dreaded my bedit’s been a whilesince I’ve been alone in my headsometimes there’sstrange thoughts up theresometimes I think thingsthat other people don’t want to hearsometimes I wonderwhat it will be liketo live a lifewatching thingspeoplefriendsfamilydieit makes me anxiousit makes us all nervousso try to think aboutthe good thingsall the things […]
Escape from Colter Bay
We dipped out of the crowded testosterone binto a couples discount.(I think he knew we were sober) We both liked the dress,but opinions of her voice contrasted. Respect somehow was lost during the next round;I don’t quite remember the cause. You were smart enough to testthe caged alpha monkey. Yup—it’s still weird. Old acquaintances jabbered […]
An Ode to My Friend
we’ll start off in quantifiable terminology Over the past few months, you became my best friend.One of the few that would indulge my pseudomeaningful babble.We spoke over Bananagrams, tea, and nicotine til 5amand turned to beseech the sun:Please, just…don’t.You allowed me to present my chain of reasoning that proposes Zeno did not hand us a […]
