I'm driving myself insane

i'm trying to write a happy poem

it's going to be nothing new

...

.

there's always the

i fantasize

about the large knife in my cupboard

am i bored?

i fantasize

about the art

you're no longer here
for me.

you say you are.

you lie because we do. because it's the kind

My beloved frida
I call upon my muse:

you have sheltered yourself for too long
all of your

We all have turned its page,
place of origin to the grave.

Smidgeon of herbs turn

Outside a foodbank I sit and watch a blind man enter
he returns to the outside soon after
a small

Feels like a heavy sadness and a deep need to hold him

It feels like we’ve lost

All things must come to an end
be it your novel or your life
what matters is how well - you

Your soft fingertips
in steady motion across the small
of my back

your breath against my neck,

Starry, starry night
I only see the stars above tonight.

Darkness
embraces the night
I am

Like the words written down, it all goes unnoticed;
The small things;
The slight smile passing a

America must be the dream
That’s all I can think
Taking care of these kids,
One prayer and it

I keep reliving this memory

It plays on repeat in my mind

Your thumb caressing my head, my

"I'm living in a house right now, and we all get along so swell
Well for that matter, it's just me

Worrying for a chipped cup,
for a miscast of the upcoming film
for a callout charge,
for all the

Every day I daydream

the same blurry composition
of light

lays still in my mind

as I walk,

I know I can't avoid
hurting you

hurting myself

with guilt, loss / I know I will miss

Sun rays shine on rain drops
Unique moments, full of joy
Narcissi are nodding in the wind
Day

The man wanders year upon year

guided by blind hope

driven by restlessness

always seeking

Can I step out

onto the road

is it okay

if the next car hits me

crashing, skull against

After dark there will be light,
After sunset there will be sunrise,
Everyone gives this advice,

Is it always just as insincere

each sob and each effort to feel -
just to stop feeling?

is

Immaturity - is to let yourself speak, feel,
endlessly and without boundary.

To expect everyone

stop
stop
stop

thinking
about him.

picture your future
without him
your aspirations,

i can't sleep because something is
screaming

and i try to sob, to force
this emotion

out, to

i want to go away

i want to go

can you help me. Help me

i don't want this, i don't want

i am sorry
for having missed these
years
of your heart
next to mine -

our eyes aligned.

i

To walk alive
among the dead
where everyone watches you
and no one sees you
or
to walk

Back in Summer's breakneck days
I gazed at the Sun too long.
Though aware that it was wrong
I

The apple pond sits at the bottom of a field

circled by hedges and trees

its water gloomy and

A wish is a strong & passionate desire-
That desire is fueled by hope;
Hope, hope that the wish

Of course, I want to live a tidy life
With all those documents correctly filed
That save us – and

Your pose already spoke of poetry
Propped easily by shoulder and by hip
Your dark hair edged in

I turn my head to the left
And glimpse mythology
Those birds are saying something
Warning or

Sometimes I wish for photographs of smells
A way to capture sensuous moments;

A sunny June in

Curled up like a dried out leaf,
The wind may break my back.
My skin crumbles to the touch.

My

This room is full of breathing
Continuous fluid circles

Currents of text through eyes
Flowing

I choose to inhabit a spoken landscape
Speaking spacious places
A vast, flat wetland of

The lighthouse stands alone on a bouldered mound.

Waves smash against rocks as the temperature

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So this is how it goes
From fast lanes to slow roads
From chasing dreams
To catching

Spring beckons

Dusk, fading daylight

Trees and leaves, vibrant with life

A choir of

Through the left-hand window the moon
Appears each night smaller, later,
Fainter, and finally,

My Buddhist shrink tells me stories
Collected in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones.
He doesn’t know I’ve

When I talk about politics, poems, or art,
My wife rolls her eyes and my kids run away
And my

My Buddhist shrink tells me stories
Collected in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones.
He doesn’t know I’ve