When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

I only just realized
what joy can be—
It is a small thing,
I think,

In the back office
at the bank,
If you leave the chair canted
towards the south window,
the sun will warm the small
blue seat around 11:45

It has always been
such an inconsequential thing to me
always out of reach—

But it’s there,
A quarter before noon
every day.

You saw it coming,
you knew it
I had my chance,
I blew it
You held my hand
We walked to the edge

I couldn’t jump

There's so many people flowing through you
That your veins have enlarged
Because you treat your heart like a parking garage

I buried your number
In a pool of empty digets
I forgot your name
After you mentioned it at the bar
But for the life of me
When I woke up the next morning
Your face stuck to the back of my eyelids
like lead set in tar
And for dear humanity
While I drank my black coffee
I couldn't remember anything about who the hell you were

I was thinking that If we create an all-knowing, all-wise and all powerful AI, we should probably pay someone to sit next to its electrical plug.

I look for you in cities where you are not
In rooms full of people I know
In places I'd like to share with you
In my dreams where my wishes come true
In my past, I thank the choices that crossed our paths
In my future, I'll be lucky to have you by my side
I could look for you endless times
But the bliss of seeing you will never faint
My heart you make sing a melody each time

Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.