Tuesday, November 28, 2017

When Did I Write This?

I find my youth
in search of my high. 
Can't let loose 
or let this ego die.
I choke trying to diversify. 
Do I qualify to be known as I?
You felt young before, 
but now you identify.
Suppression to solidify.
I find my youth 
in search of my high.
The rush fools
I rush to gratify.
Age is a sentence I wish to pacify.
Numbness is how I clarify.
I find my truth
in search of my high.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Pain and Subterfuge

Can't let go of my anger for you
All your pain and subterfuge 
Now that our time is your revenue 
Can I make this numbness new
Every question I struggle through
Really I know the answer to 

Friday, May 12, 2017


Don't you ever leave.
Because I got plans for your eyes
and can't make time to grieve.
I'm messy and flippant but
far from naive.
Surely my kindness will offer reprieve
from a world who sets out to inflict and bereave?
Don't you leave.
Remember dancing?
My hand on your waist and yours on my sleeve?
We spin and we twirl and I feel like I've achieved.
I'm breathless and dizzy and look up to receive,
a glimpse of your grace,
a mental image of your ass that I thieve.
Please don't leave.
I've got promises to give
if you promise to receive.
Just don't leave.

Saturday, May 6, 2017


I bring you ginger ail, after bourbon filled nights
Stuttering and stumbling to find words when we fight
I just want to see your happiness
To see your face in the light
Don't confuse wit with a cockiness
I get nervous, I get tight
Because there's anger in love
And I know it
There's pain in the closeness
But don't show it
Remember how I smell
Remember when you loved it
Because there's anger in love
And that feeling is real
I listen to your words
But, I hear only how you feel
I understand the silence
And I'm still here for us to heal
Because there is anger in love

Wednesday, April 12, 2017


Hey, you. How sweet do I taste?
Catch that drip, please don't waste.
Face to face. Face erased.
Fate defaced and love effaced.
What about my nuance? You used to chase.
Without purity, promise, a life in chaste?
Eyes misplaced with my silhouette to trace,
Remember that kiss....
                                   .......our birthplace.
Don't go too far, don't leave our space.
Please, will you just remember that taste?

Saturday, April 8, 2017


I'm valuable
when I got something to offer up.
I get nervous when they make you choose,
I lose,
I'm grabbing runners up.
Bottoms up, that's growing up.
If passion had a temperature,
I'm cold and I'm not burning up.
Sitting, fretting, letting, upsetting
Sweating until you ask "What's up?"
With most of what you say, I say
You are attempting to just clean it up.
I'm locking up,
emotionally stocking up.
I'm exhausted and thinking of letting up.
These conversations rarely had.
You'll read this with no follow up.

Saturday, April 1, 2017


Today I'm skinnier than I've ever been.
So, happiness must be around the bend?
Past participle of be.
If life has a ballot,
I'd vote absentee.
Absent, I spent me.
Cashed in all my individuality.
I'm her.
I'm he.
They want decisions.
No neutrality,
There is a winner.
No, Miss Congeniality.