Words of love flutter ( Read more... )

It was all a dream, yes a dream
Just like ones of fame and fortune
It was all a jumble of misconceived notions
that leaves one on the floor
so short of breath
Whispered details ends embarrassed
A man lacking style and grace
Makes up in size
But not the size that comes inside

A poet without heart is like the soul without art.

I see women's underwear and I become flowery with shame for I had betrayed love. Every mental image I build before me of sexuality is one of wanton carnality and brutality; a heaviness that bites my brow and makes me ill ( Read more... )

If only I had the guts. If I had the guts I would do it. Tas. Good day. And et cetera.

A roomful of Mary's
     Dressed down in black
To have and to hold 
       But never held back

A roomful of Mary's
      Their hair tied in bow
Beggers can reap
      But reapers can't sow

They're filling the hallways
      And choking our lungs
Form fitting sweat pants
      On the banisters hung

Loving and tender
       Soft and so bright
Back for the morning
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Violent passion is my credo
Raging towards the windowsill
Parting hands brought together
Please, space shut! Time stand still!

Thoughts chug slowly, closing throats
An open call to Prayer
Free! For once, from chains unspoken
Free! For two minds to play so rare.

"I love when you are pre-hookup and you are holding hands and you know that you are going to hookup and you start to circle your thumbs together ( Read more... )

I dreamt off and on for eight days ( Read more... )

A telephone buzz ( Read more... )

My brother ( Read more... )