After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his *****
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.

I carve your name onto my skin.
                                                        Letting the letters sink in.
                                                                                                   Its not out of hate or pain.
                        

                                                     But a love I cannot contain.

under that word,
i have done things i shouldn't have done
made you hurt
was inconsiderate when you were the person
i should have thought about the most

i'm sorry
these words never come
although i feel them right here in my heart

i miss you
now i realize what you were
that you were my wallflower.

To need,
To hold,
To be,
The ice,
The fire,
The sea,
Movement in the masses,
Frozen into solids,
With no one leaking out,
Eyes stopped from their wandering,
Your mind is slowly longing,
To understand about,
Inexplicable silence,
Eyes violent,
Tides now so high!
The way your hand will always grasp,
And not for me -
But a way to say goodbye.

You and I,
We could entertain ourselves
With a single word,
A moment in the valley,
With only the stars as our witness,
A shot of our favorite bourbon,
Or even just the sound of the trees whispering-
Outfitted with only the nakedness of this life
Hands held, lips touching, just our breath.
We could have everything and more.
You’ll just never know it,
Until you open your eyes.

I am a mild man, you'll agree,
But red my rage is,
When folks who borrow books from me
Turn down their pages.

Or when a chap a book I lend,
And find he's loaned it
Without permission to a friend -
As if he owned it.

But worst of all I hate those crooks
(May hell-fires burn them!)
Who beg the loan of cherished books
And don't return them.

My books are tendrils of myself
No shears can sever . . .
May he who rapes one from its shelf
Be ****** forever.

This fortune came to me today
And it really touched my heart,
For its message is plain as day –
Our friendship needs a jumpstart.

I haven’t been a friend to you;
I beg you your forgiveness.
Without you, I’m all shades of blue –
It’s you, crazy girl, I miss.

(February 2012)