Listen to the drums
I want to die,
Every year
In time.

Every year, I will be a little less
Here.
You are
A star is born,
You are just

Nothing at all -

Did I come out
Or did I die

Nothing is coming my way.
Gravity is bringing up the ground
I am like an Angel trying to muster my will
AND strength.

You are still on a different trajectory
Than me.  
Your mouth is moving away from my lap.
You are a sap
Just a lame drum beat

I Love Myself More than I Love You



You have just lost My Lottery of Love.
Don't ask questions cause you're too dumb

To understand,
So I
Won't even explain how you got to be an *******
And right now I'm going to do
Everything to you that you've done to me.

**** and You Don't Mesh


Everyone needs their own version of hope-
Hope for you,
Hope for me. It sure can look different
At times
And through the many different eyes.
But it is always the same.

There are people who like to demonize,
To scapegoat the obvious weak choice-

But behind that
Always
Is someone who is in many ways

Just you.  Are you not to blame?

I remember
My having been in Florida then
In the mornings
My Coffee with grapefruit
On Bonita Beach,
Or was it on Bonita island;
Richard Marx singing us to sleep.

The Veranda and audible waves hitting shore

Rock Hudson movie idol

Swimming pool.

Bio
Best seller,
That year.

Sensitivity means you can be weak
Hear Ye-  , hear Ye;
Being right all day long
Means you can be strong,
As you are.