When I say "I love you",
I mean a thousand times more than I do.
To cherish every stain on your flesh,
Adoring your wrinkles like an artwork never discovered,
Welcoming your imperfections and believing your mistakes are
A better part of your success to come.

October: Stillborn souls couple under sterile stars.
Here, a stagnant security claims a rentless rule,
shiftless peoples trek by in Rorschach gangs. Whistling
rumor of razor candies, radio codes from dim cars.
Blue car called Betty, finish baby blue, it seems only
in a time lost I was ever inside you. Me, cartographer of fake
treehouse promises, you, curator of spoiled moons;
but no ghosted face glossed in suspense rae, no single image
In virtual chutes where your imaginal iconostasis is irradiate.


Laden with presents,
I waited for my train.
As the cold wind howled,
Again and again.

A million thoughts,
Racing through my mind.
Some were pleasant,
Others fatefully unkind.

A joyful day,
Had passed me by.
As I stared up,
At that snow filled sky.

Confusion of mind,
Or perhaps a memory lapse.
All sense of reason,
Just started to collapse.

My sense of direction,
Was given the boot.
At my mental block,
In planning my route.

I've reached the end of the beginning
In my mind.
I've seen it
So clearly.
It came to me
In my dreams
But it's finally here for real.

I began together
With Shaya.
Then came Sarah
Then came Faye.
Then there was "we" and "us".
This was the beginning
Of the real thing.

My beginning ended on the thirteenth.
There was a new "we" now,
My A Team.

I've reached the end of the beginning
In my mind.
I've seen it
So clearly.
It came to me
In my dreams
But it's finally here for real.

I began together
With Shaya.
Then came Sarah
Then came Faye.
Then there was "we" and "us".
This was the beginning
Of the real thing.

My beginning ended on the thirteenth.
There was a new "we" now,
My A Team.

Along my walk at break of day
I feel the meek desire to pray
For though my steps are bound and mere
My heart transcends pure thoughts, so dear
I'm silenced by this blest display

I cherish how the leaves may sway
As teasing breezes beg to play
With willow trees I shall revere
Along my walk

I'm ambling through a bold Monet
As daffodils perform ballet
Their faces bright, their charm sincere
And I am spellbound to be near
The triumph in this dawn's bouquet
Along my walk

after implementing long overdue criminal justice reforms,
especially affecting marginalized groups of people.

I vote for more lenient, progressive and tolerant treatment
towards undocumented immigrants, plus implementing
a humane win/win system to modify societal criminal behavioral.

Hear ye.... hear ye... All robust asylum seekers,
and able bodied prisoners with minor infractions.

Cue chiming Church bells
ringing across the land
from hilltops to valley of the dells.

Time stands still,
a picture of you and I
there on the lawn!
Moments like these
I happen to treasure!
Verdant new vistas appear
in the here and now!
Traveling through time
I ask you to wait for me?
Nothing consoles
like a freindsip so true.
Taking the time for
your bright conversation.
Giving and taking
intelligent thought.
Only your words
can heal this great loneliness!
I've no one left
to fill this vast emptiness.
I've burned all my bridges

I possess two Auntie Barbaras
on my maternal side;
each put Valium in their husbands’ flasks:
both subsequently died.

Uncle John a motorway accident,
Uncle Cliff a machine at work.
Not from malice or collusion,
just the usual married hurts

and anxieties of housewives
fobbed off with chemical relief,
whose protests end in tragedy.
Now united in their grief

the Barbaras live up on the hills,
far from where mishaps occur
and they beg that when I visit them
I bring ginseng and St John’s Wort.

I am alone
A classroom full of people and I still feel alone.
A day full of compliments but I can't help feeling empty.
While I walk through the hallway that's full of smiles and laughter,
I keep my head down and try to make it through.
As I make it to my locker I see my "friends" all talking in a group.
They ignore me, and I ignore them.
When they finally call my name,
I look up and a smile brands my face.
As we talk to one another I force myself to joke and laugh and keep this big, fake smile on my face.