You’ve spent
so much time smashing
     your own reflection
all there’s left to walk
     on is broken glass.

your eyes could meet mine
for only half a second

and i’d end up thinking about them
for half a century

I do not wish
for a happy ending.
I simply wish
for it all to end.

i want more than just a glimpse of your mind
more than just another hi
talk to me
no need to be subtle
your voice is enough to turn my rigid parts supple

is finding out
you think of someone else
as much as i do you

truly make believe
The Sign of A fine mind
The Intellectual, the instinctual, the imaginational, the three dimensional
A trinity forte

The Sign of Insanity
This Absent flesh left behind
Mumbling def and blind

That rare gaze into the day after
I want you to know I remain intensely aware of you
I may peak into tomorrow without ignorance of today
But
You already know I can see through my eye lids.

I dreamed he kissed me.
a breath of a kiss,
whispered, that
Vanished into sleep,
up the stairs
and into the attic with the ghosts
I kick at
while they wring their hands.
Mother's voice, another's voice
in memory, or in thought, dream.
Startled, started,
and then gone,
the wisp of a kiss
still on my lips.