The wife did shrill
toneless wail
some faceless image
We talked of breastfeeding
and when the milk was gone
a red water came through
Infidelity: A Nightmare
A Worn Mattress
What care you where he seeks to lay his head
Only the imprint of a man remains
Restrained, restricted, weighted down with chains
In that space alongside you on the bed;
At least he is living that once was dead
His few losses are far offset by gains
For he no longer feels those longing pains
Rejoicing to be more alive than dead.
Compulsion
You will run back into burning buildings,
of course you will, despite all the pleas not
to- you will feel your skin shrink into itself
as you breathe in the heat, your lungs will
protest against the anger in the air, they
The True Poet
the true poet knows words
are second to action weaker
than blood spilled on the battleground
of human rights and dignity
I Like Kenny G
There. I’ve said it
And if that makes me whiter than Wonder Bread
So be it.
His music takes me back
To a brief time when I was happy,
Depth
Indescribable depth of pain
As she defines a new horizon
This uncertain home lacks
Cats and comfortable beds