on rainy days
i like to pretend
that i am sinking into the water
so i can drown in something
other than my thoughts.

you used to be
the best thing
that ever happened to me
but now you’re just another
faded memory.

we met at the crossroads,
our hands intertwined
but i went left and you went right,
we lost track of the time.

so now a few years later,
with lives so far apart,
you are living happy,
and i’m still at the start

is it selfish of me to wish you ill
so we can be in the same place, again?
because at those crossroads
i lost myself in the end

For the first time in my
life, I saw colors- not like
normal people see colors; my recent woman
sees colors all the time.
This morning, there was
purple splashed all over my room.
Once, in her sleep, she said
the word 'purple.'
I asked her what it meant,
she said, 'Knowledge of the future.'
I know she will try and ***** this
sickness out of me; God Bless her.
What do I know about the future?
I know it looks bleak, and the
doves are crying.

I was walking in
that old betrayer,
rain.
I was soaked to the gills,
and my wingtips were
sloshing on every
broken sidewalk.
The wind took my last
match, so smoking was out.
I'd give my liver for
a lighter and two
dimes to rub together.
I think I'll join the
carnival, get on that
tunnel of love and never
get off.