Unrequited love
Maybe the purest kind
In Siena the Middle Ages
In Bangkok Buddhamind

I love basketball
The sweet left hand stroke
In my solitude
I play with young black folk

Dread annihilation
Courage when it comes
Satellite High School
God bless my friend alums

If time is like an ocean
Lightning storms at sea
Please protect the children
In Thailand, Land of the Free

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All these, all these poems
Because I ain't got you
Vincent's eyes were green
The Baltic Sea is blue

Rounded by a sleep
Forgetting but not forgotten
Staunton aglow in snow
Neil Young's Johnny Rotten

Venice, Verona, Rome
His love for Italy
McCartney in Baltimore
Cell phones. Let it Be.

           Silent Plea

I feel the feelings.
I ignore the feelings.
I set the feelings on fire.
Mourn the feelings,
Share the feelings,
Bury and forget the feelings.

My hair blown apart,

my motorbike cleaves the wind --


cleaves heaven and earth.

Slowly taking off

from slumber, humming freely --


and finding your voice.

as vanilla ice cream on apple pie
running off to the sides
in a puddle of sweet lies
on a paper plate of goodbyes

They slid off
walking on crystal ice
thrown as rolling dice
till she fell in
engulfed over her head
in the icy swim

She has her lips to sip
and her teeth to eat
a nose, and a mountain
standing between
two crimson cheeks

But she can't see
where she's going
or where she is.
She only clings to
where she's been.

A low sun dances
on bowing willows
A gentle breeze
Our boat sail billows
Water clear
but once like tar
of burning tears
Regrets that char
What could have been
has ebbed away
No venom remains
just a beautiful day