Just know...
He’s had lives & loves before you
Remember that when the bricklayer or the mechanic
Asks for your hand
You’ll receive one flower
Instead of a dozen roses
Picked on his way home
Handwritten notes in your shoes
Instead of Hallmark greetings
Elaborate dinners cooked by him
Where he said he’d clean
Afterwards
But didn’t
Spur of the moment
Road trips
Instead of planned vacations
The opening of windows
For the springtime thunderstorms
Listening to the beat of his heart
While the rain drops
Drip
Drip
I
N
T
O
The drain
He’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in his bottle
Records in his head
Absorbing you into his world
And if he dies before you
And you bury him
And you mourn over him
Lasting for years
Remember his flower
His notes written just for you
And if you see his ghost
Haunting you
Then the Poet
Has fallen forever for
...You...

her ***** was red
she was
an
grown
woman

she pounced
an
panted
like an
panther
thought she was my answer
she sharpened her nails
with an file
made
of
cancer

we blew her
the
cure

now she is able to endure

she puts me in her cage
plays with me
once
an
day


she holds me down
she makes me ready
i
am
her
clown
we are
paper
machetes


in
her
seas

i
am
anchored
she was first
to let me
spanker
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