So Maybe I Was Wrong

So maybe I was wrong.
When Iletters
I can't close myself again.
When I watch it rain,
I can't stay inside.
There go the cars and the small time rock stars
That might make us who we are.
So maybe I was wrong.
I wanted something
But then it was a need,
And now just a comfort
So maybe I was wrong.
When I stop my schedule,
I can't forgive anyone.
When I see not your anger,
I want to lay blameful on the carpet
And roll into the fire place
And think of masses of ingots placed by Romans
For fire to breathe.
And there's ancestry I have
And poetry of politics
Writing to subversively avoid this topic
the topic of any kind of l-o-v-e that I could ever feel
Because I hate the word too
And I hate falling into water.
Maybe if you sing that way,
Then maybe I'll hate you.
But maybe the subject of your note
Was a cast aside from me,
So maybe I was wrong.
But if not then I wear proud my scars like tattoos in battle and cries unheard
So maybe you were wrong.
 
 

Vanity

Carly Simon sang in my head while I read your words printed out laying posted
on the ceiling over my bed and Jackie said
I imagined things but on second thought she knew you were talking to me
And we analyzed
My eyes wet
Dry
Wet
Dry.
I want everyone to move away from me to isolate me like he is isolated an
hour away
HE HAUNTS MY DREAMS.
They all have to leave a stairway away.
I probably think these words are about me
I'm so vain.
 

What We Do Here

We eat popcorn at any hour.
Hang out in the theatre past midnight,
Broadcast the
f-bomb to the
fcc.
We sing and parade around
some with poms.
all with problems.
If I have to have a problem,
I'd like to make you mine.
If I have to worry,
Let me worry about you.
We talk about our room decor
And hear the neighbors' sex next door.
We lose all forms and fashions of innocence
And drape our windows over with Liberation.
 

Melting Me

You've been melting me for years with words of her and me
Now, maybe me.
You've been melting the cookie dough on my spoon long after the ice cream
Is water.
You've been melting the glue that holds me to his guitar and to his notes to
his father
is gone.
You've been melting the ice in the freezer that moves me to tears about
last year
Because this is now.
 

Unused

I am unused again and I think I feel something quite like rebirth.
I am unused to this sweetness;
These compliments.
Bells chime.
We complement each other.
You refresh crisp like the first bite of a green apple,
sitting on the window sill,
or the one that he tossed to me,
now long gone from my body.
he is long gone from my body.
 
 

Owed Affection

My self was filled with liars
Until you asked what you did.
Perhaps this is owed affection
That you offer
For all those years
Everyone let me down.
It's a comfort
When you apologize for him,
Even though you shouldn't have to.
Your compensation warms me on a cold summer night that turns
humid after we speak.
I wake to the dew running to class with me.
Thank you.
 
 

He Ran

I dreamed that he ran and I ran so far after him
And I didn't want to run anymore.
I wanted to turn back and run to you but my body wouldn't let me and
I ran
to an oak tree wise with Druid ways, sheltering him like a boy;
he used to be my baby.
And when I stretched out in reacceptence,
He ran.
I cried.
I woke.
I cried.
We talked.
I am healed.
 
 

 Mundane class falling like leaves
 

Mundane class falling like leaves into ponds of pools of minds
  I try to think and then I hold Whitman in my arms like a baby
    And know how Mozart knew that he wrote
                                                a masterpiece
 
 

Jon's Car

I thought I saw his beat up green car that he wanted to trade-in for a
Passat fantasy Passat
driving up my parking lot and to my door.
Maybe my illusions love deceiving me,
Or people that don't step out of cars.  Doors don't slam
And I don't cry.
 
 

  You Made Me Rock And Roll

I talked to you so late I
fell on my way to class in the
morning it was so early I
stumbled out of bed and you
weren't there no matter what i wanted but
they were there fast asleep from the after banter i think
and when I got to class up on the second floor I
fell behind in class
but last night after you might have missed me I
sang like Janis Joplin for the first time
In my life and I rocked like Paul McCartney
And mimicked running devils.
 
 

I still write

I still write poems about him
But I know I don't love him
Because they're never to him.
I started writing poems about you I think
When I was eight
When I sang of True Love
And the Star Spangled Banner
was something I would die for.
I still have dreams about him
But now you have to know they're forced
And my flesh heals away the touch of him
And your voice heals away the sound of him.
I wish my forgiveness were prejudiced.
I would keep you in my arms
And banish thoughts of who used to rest there.
 

I don't appreciate Emily Dickinson

I don't care what you mean
What you talk about
Or your petty rhymecraft lullabyes.
I don't understand what you mean
And you make no effort to let me.
I don't love you.
 

Harvey

Harvey and Jon had the same haunt,
Falling asleep with their guitars on their laps:
Brandy was always prettier than I.
Harvey and Jon didn't believe in each other.
I believed in them both,
And because of that they stopped existing.
One stopped breathing and the other stopped talking.
Soon the world will be rid of actors,
Shall I cry?
 

Waking Up

I woke up thinking about someone
Sleeping next to me
On his stomach.
But I didn't know which I wanted
to long for the memory of making a sad
man smile
Or for the new with past hurt searing pain
already
We brought up too many fears...
 
 

Different

You were always different.
I never liked sportsmen
Or drinkers
Or those attatched.
Don't pretend
That you weren't always different to me.

I was always different.
Sometimes I wonder
Why I always want the same man twice.
 
 

Drowning in Goodness

I could be on Jeopardy,
Knowing all the answers.
You could be on stage,
Saying half the lines.
He could be right here,
And you don't want his place.

I can't be pushed away again.

I want my heart to let everything go.
I want to drown in goodness and stay gone.
I want to be what she wasn't just as much as you feel
You have to be what he is.
The only way to lose me.
I want to drown in goodness and stay gone.
 

Closing

Closing the blinds
I am static behind wooden beads and tie dye screens.
If I can't read myself, you can't see my cover.
Peering through the chop style fans
I want to see where we might walk.
I am ill of want
And resign to my own design of cold comfort by a cooled summer room.
 

The Sun

The sun was so beautiful.
The sickly cancer causing center of all love
on the platform
Spewing out lines created by me
Burning like passion volcanoes at closeness.
My body almost perished under its heavy strain.
Sunday came and left too soon,
And now it comes again.
So less constant than the moon it turns in and out of my sight.
Longing for the moon
I am watersign forever.
 

Deleted

I deleted his name from my organizer.
I erased his pencil mark on the gazebo.
I told them I haven't heard from him.
I've given up expecting to.
I want to be good enough.
I want to make you comfortable.
I want to be just as shy.
I want you to care.
I want you to know that
I deleted his name from my organizer.
 

Before You Disappear

The waiting has ended
I want my straight A's.
I want my love life back.
I want to stop begging for peace of mind and state of
Confusion to shift or stop or love or end.
The waiting has ended
My patience dissolves into the shower drain
With the cut blood that almost happened
And the things that only James knew about before he disappeared.
I wonder what I'll be naive enough to say
Before you disappear.
 
 

I wrote

I wrote the Anger poem
My best
And I hated her.
Size 9 (me) talks with Size 10, 12 and 16
About her.
I told them about her.  She'd love all the people that love us for trying
To drop the pounds,
Or at least pretend to.
I wish I could pretend, too.
 
 

I'm The Girl
 

I'm the girl
With the stinted love affairs
Three days or three weeks.
Three months, techinically if you count the things I didn't know he thought.
I'm the girl
Who ran out of sympathy a few days ago
A few days or a fortnight.
I'm the girl
Who thought fever
Was only caused by infection
without desire.
 
 

Miss You

I miss you
But I'm not crying.
I miss you
But I don't know how else to say it.
I miss you
In twenty lines or less to win the poem contest
But I don't care
Deja vu perhaps
Because I miss you.
 

Poems from July~

Seamstress

I am a beautiful seamstress,
Weaving vintage emotions.
although I cannot now.

I am a skillful master
of web and technologies forth,
although I cannot scream.

I live between two
threads and here,
Holding together your fabric
So you won't be naked.  If you are.  It can't be my fault.
You could never risk being free.
 

Rabid

I am a rabid writer
Chopping heel for heel
and clasping at your toes,
Creeping over words at night,
Pervasive
Then persuing imagery.
I am a rabid writer
Stumbling stapled
Defective smile to smile,
The operater with long-distance-vocabulary
and a small award
content for no while.
I am a rabid writer
Keen on freaking you out
By gratitude and obsession,
Undiscovered small crafted
AGRESSION!
 

Spin

Spin around
I was a child-
But do you think that laser rides,
Ocean tidal lightning thrills-
Bed back aching nightmare dream
Spills
That are roller coasters....
Make up for the no's and the silence?
 

Serving

One is always serving another,
Just unique enough for a
small weekend
with lavish leaves
talking superficial
medical bills
and rewinding laws dropped
telephone calls-
so loud and intrusive-
we all work long hours
But I am not a soldier.
 

Notes

I left notes in the dark.
I cannot die because of the
guilt of the nice girls
binding my notes off the desk.
Their names in my scratchy hurried hand,
Dashing across paper
Cursive r's like currents
and 's like sand on hardened riverbanks.
I am good for something other than a simple kiss
goodbye.
 

Notes II

I had her take notes on
you and your shirt and how
you stage swept
me away on a later visit
you kept me
happy with guitar and then
the sound was beautiful,
the song ended.
 

The Sympathy Game

He thinks I play a sympathy game, circular in logic and webbed in mooncast
devotion.

He thinks I need too much.

He thinks I bother him.

Spaced lines reeking of injury,
wounded yet binding me to a
supressor.

I was never abused, only shattered and
refused
This way I survive.

Their truths are lies.
 

untitled

Torn between missing him and hoping for you
But only in my sleep now, piled on my bed
Alone
And wishing for arms.
Real friends don't leave.
 
 

 Maiden of Avalon

How many
            times have I
                            sighed
over
    watercolour guitars?

I am relaxed, and poised for work.
Performing duties as a maiden of Avalon,
Awaiting her day
Soon to come.
 
 

Choir Boy

He disappeared during the summer
of break ups and leftovers.
Today I sung in the chapel
And there stood he as an angel
Blank blind stare at his Madrigal--
Or the one that used to belong to his best friend.
Bad note quick exit in the crowd.
(Why don't you sing anymore, angel?)
Strategic was I, to the left.
He flew down the center.
Pews divided us
And I thanked someone's god for that.
Were he a real angel
He would reach to me,
And try to hold me there holy in his arms.
 
 

Winter At Your Mercy
 

You're the real one
of virtual material
Hardly compromised
Barely idealized
Wrought with comparisons
That ache warmly like spring.
Hold me all summer
and fade into fall.

winter at your mercy.
I write at your fancy
And sing for your pleasure.
 

The Sweater

There's a sweater
In the window
In the bookstore.
Kinda preppy, kinda cute.
I could see it on you.
There's a sadness
In my writing
In my songbook.
Maybe cured, maybe over.
I see it in you.
 

Habits Atune Classical Music on an Experimental Chilly Nightsummer

I have this dirty habit
This forsaken innocence habit,
Of questioning not to know why,
But to defy and deny.
Politically genius,
Personally disastrous.
This could ruin us.
I have this scared suspicion
That my conclusions seek,
But my instincts fight thoughts.
Another tried to kiss my hand;
Simplesweet gesture
That I denied.
I have this luring habit
Of loyalty without disgust.
I've discovered unconditions
And lived them pain to bone.
I have this provokative habit
Of sexuality rare but unshamed.
Sometimes with you I wish I never had to play the emotional
justification game.
I have this dirty habit
Of singing thoughts aloud.
I wish that you could touch my hair.
I wish that you could kiss my smile,
But only after our angers cool into
Winterpassion and melting,
Your wishes are met by me.
And I would be Earth,
Motherly as can be.  I can pluck doe eyes;
My own-- or see through yours if they hold a disguise.
When the cloak of distrust has been thrown aside,
And you stand before me; catch up;
walk astride,
Perhaps there will be yesses.
I can't be the one that loves the other more.
I yearn for new memories,
For those past are so sickening,
Overdrawn with overtimed comparisons.
I shouted at my companions and SWORE there were no promises.
I cast aside previous excitement.
I am like Penelope.
You will soon come for me.
 
 

untitled.

Abandonment crowds the room,
Pushing me cold raped into a pillowed corner
Wishing for the heartsore past and
uncertain future I am weary of traversing
phone lines and ethernet cables and
waving on cameras picture taking lies.
I wish you could understand why my anticipation must
end and release
I have to live in a block, a cell, a cell block image with 3 chronometers
And 7 friends' problems.
If you hate the comparisons as I do
Be strong enough to pull me somewhere
Out of the past because sometimes I am weaker
than you think.
 

Like Death

Like Death
he walked into my room
And bled his condolences.
Like Life,
i gradually gave in and
water poured advice and then he left.
If only I could help,
I would be happy.
 

The Hardening

I'm hardening
Bundling up in summer
So no one can find this cave.

I'm solid
Good at pushing swings
Away but not back sacrificing

Songs
If this continues.
There is no loveless music.
 

Someone Stay

Someone stay and tell me that I'm
on my best behavior
Someone stay and hold me for I'm
Being tossed aside again
I think I'm being misplaced
in human object form
again.
I fear the world again.
 
 

Antonym

You pick it up
You put me down
You be my boss
You are afraid
You put me down
You're always right.
You suck her opinions away.
You think I'm stupid
You have an ego problem
You get disturbed
When you're in my space
You criticize my car
And me, and anything I love
(anyone I've ever loved,
I loved him so much)
Even love, because you think your love is different and better
Than anyone else's could be.
And oh, more meaningful.
You think I'll be a good fuck for some forgettable person.
I was the forgettable person--
Let me be myself
Even if you don't accept my friends.
Pity
you can't even accept
The way we all are.
We're all wrong but we're the ones with the
Dilusional worlds.
We're the oblivious boys and girls.
You hit then won't hate
But my ways are always wrong.
actually
could you do me a favor?
look up
Respect.  Antonym: YOU.
 

Moves
 

I - Boy and Girl

Loves placed like balanced torn meat on metal slab
un
    even
scales.
After the abuse she lay down on me for so long,
I'll surely agree that your love for her was so much stronger
Than my love for

II - He

 is gone now.
I explained it thoroughly.
I let go,
To arrive at your depreciation
Like my

III - Mother

I took it worse this time
And ran her errands.
I had to protect him
So I let her belittle me.
It was my fault.
Maybe he wanted to stay.

IV- You

Maybe you wanted to stay.
 
 
 

You Say

You say I can't rock
And imply that no matter how many soft lovely tunes I write
For any man
He will never love me.
I can't say this one will,
But he listens like wind through whisperwillows
And takes punishment just the same as you.
Do you see how I need to stay?
Maybe he thinks I can rock.
 
 

Today I got aroused by glue.
 

There's something really arousing about
watching
the glue seep out of the bottle
but held into formed lines
by my control.
There's something amusing about
waiting
for the web sites to load
and the comic colors
depend on me.
I will squirt the glue continuously
and fuck with the VGA settings.
 

More Glue

Here I am aroused again
In the four corner glue infinity pattern
I let fall on my hand.
The peeling like fall leaves
With the fan blowing at my back
and my feet.
A sweat means nothing
Without a warm body.
 
 

wet glue (one handed)
 

i'm sober
dog licking cold shower sober
cold tea on a colder day
snow falling, flake paper mache
crumpled in a tingling state of hand
will i love it when it dries, withers and fears growing old?
yes.  layer peeling takes my skin too
and exposes the sensation hidden under cute lust
and finding myself unnarcisstically attrractive
through their eyes.
 

Personal Art

Someone is auctioning love letters on ebay
And I was sick enough to look.
Hello Kitty Vibrators
My friend's porn site,
And the other one, with lego men.

I just bind my memory box tight with twine
Printing out notes and poems and things said,
Never wanting to let them slip
From masterpiece form.
 

The Waitress

I wanted to serve you
And argue over the bill.
I wanted you to tip me
With a smile.
I wanted not too little
And for once not too much,
Because I wanted you to want me.
 

Jerk

You invade my dreams.
You steal my peace
And theive my love from him!
You evicerate my being
Leaving me to bleed and die
And still be your waking crutch
Like Shakespeare's Winter Wind.
Scarlet blood polluting snow,
Be gone damn actor,
Go, go, go!
 
 
 

Blue Guitar

Blue guitar
Nothing inside but wounded music
is the only thing I ever loved
(but you)
and hit
(but myself)
I want to be touched
So I feel right about touching the instrument again
Beyond brass and wood
Must be just beauty.
It rests there,
Childless and lusting
On a stand for singing
And lyrics.
 
 
 

Shakespeare

Shakespeare,
I'm so angry.  I address you like a letter and dress you
Like a man
Whose winter wind is my heart.
Were you more prolific than Emily Dickinson, too?
Would you lust after me, t'were I animated around your bedpost?
Shakespeare,
I was forgiving.  Look how you wrote our love and what you had him do
Like a man
Who became my winter wind.
You never explained to me how
Romeo would leave anyway
If he didn't die
And how his father really died
And how that killed him
And how I hate missing him
And how I skipped Grammar
To think of him as Malvolio.
Shakespeare,
He'll always be the character actor.
Did I do harm in calling him by Romeo, his rightful name for
So short a time?
Oh Shakespeare reincarnate,
with shorter text and breathless lines,
I want to love you.
Write me out of some regret
For how can I be lonely
And still play Juliet?
 

untitled
 

There she is.
I want to name her
super slutty hairy leg resentment
calling me nothing.
She would change Jon between us.
She would change who I am,
For no other would I love in the same way.
Each person gets his or her own love.
Or did she mean
By written word
To change dividing sadness?
Can two friends saddened by endings to bring together
Ever part differently?
She would change who I am.
 
 
 

I want to help

I want to help
Sometimes when I become a wave,
Violent and salt stinging threatening,
You are just you.
I want to help
Sometimes when thunder strikes,
And I persevere in fright
Just to wish you here.
I want to help
Sometimes when you are missing
Love my patience boils
Just to brush at your
hand.
 
 

To Sleep

Often I hate
Dave Matthews and his
                club of drunks
the party scene
                chef's mouth obscene
compared to the confluence of you
maybe wanting to whisper me to sleep.
 
 
 

    So You Want Me

So you want me.
You're still shouting convoluted messages
Cross country to her.
So you want me
Well, you gave up a lot for me.
So you want me
You're rather honest and convincing
So you want me
You make me feel beautiful
So you want me.
So I am.
 
 
 

I wanted to listen
For the first time not just to gain you
Or anyone else
And not just because I wanted you or wanted to show you that I did
But just because I wanted to
And wanted to do justice to love
For I have battered it, and have been battered
As have you.
We owe it
Each other
One more moment.
 
 

I was so scared.
I wasn't so far away
and you saw everything wrong
And everything right wrapped in one complicated bedsheet
at 2 in the night.
I was so cold
You were right here.
You let me know
At 3 in twilight.
You were my freedom
Shrouded in honesty
You are my justice
twenty after 3.
I am lust looming
Over state lines.
I am just wanting again for it to be
Four
--our time.
 

I am not turned away

by your passion or your hurt.
Your guilt
Your need for me to say something
In the spaces
when you need me.
I tread here like Demeter after Athena and Venus
Not knowing how to compare
To a beautiful vixen angry earth mother
Tearing apart your land
And rendering your heart unmendable
By inhumane standards
No matter how many millions of your pieces
My grain can feed;
I will spread thin for you to survive.
Take me, want me,
Take me to stay alive.
 
 

My horoscope tells me to think with my heart, so therein I rant:

I'm underpaid for a classy lady.
Maybe it's because I don't wear make up
Or like whoring myself over dinner tables and wine.
So little money
I'm starving.
I'm an artist with no time to sing.
No time to sing to you.
That saddens me.
No time to sing to anyone
I used to love everyone.
 
 

Attatched

A 39 year old is hitting on me.
He wants to cut my hair
He wants to know if I am pretty.
He says we can network.
He asks if I'm attatched.
He pushes too much
                        he wants sex i bet
                                            ex hippie
And he went corporate
And I wonder which paper he works for
If he really works for a paper at all.
And it's just like waiting tables again.
I'll lose my chance because I don't whore around;
Because I care so much about one person
And I think that makes me care
about myself.
So technically then yes I suppose I
am attached.
 
 
 

Is

Beauty is
Truth is
Love is
Music is
Everything is
Nothing is
Filled is
Empty is
Water is
Pure is
Tainted is
Balanced is
Wanted here.
 
 

I almost made the Olympics

I wouldn't have been paid much
Nobody would have cared
Or been jealous.
Who is ever honest?
Let me fall into comparisons again.

I love the Italian men breaking promises.

I love my daughter.
You'll make many tips.
I think I want you.

I think you lied.
 
 

The Better Voice

Love sings
like no man could sing
And one time
this time
I like
the man's
voice
better.
 
 

London

A cafe in London
With acoustic rock at night
And you tending a small bar.
The resolving seventh chord
Into my own song.
The circles he used to draw,
Full on a page-
The imperfect artist
brings one to close.
 

The Retreat

Dumping from no heaven fell
While I ran to music theory
Until I couldn't see.
Scurry stairs into Alumni
And there the theatre troupe asked me to be a player
Just for a moment
Or more like a roadie
To help them load up.
I thought about him
But I've songwritten for another.

I retreated into the rain soaked cleansing roads.
 
 
 

Living

I've been a bitch.
But no, I was always that way
they tell me.
Or maybe I just stopped believing what
they tell me.
You didn't yell at me
when i cried
I sobbed to your patience.
I want to sob for your lost dreams,
But I have to continue to live.
 
 

My only answer
 

I try not to think about you.
Even when I'm in the car with him
Or shopping
Or talking music and camping and cutting hair
And when he plays me a song,
I try so hard not to think about you.
I play 'I'm here for you'
And wish it for him.
he says you're so lucky
Because you could have me.
My smile is weak enough for him to know that
he's the only one who's ever really chased.
Still I refuse his touch.
My only answer is you.
 

Six Strings and A Smile

All I have with me are six strings and lonliness
And somehow I smile
A Mona Lisa smile.
Somebody told me today that it was beautiful.
He said it merely in passing
Singing at my side.
Were I his queen I'd command him far
To only return when he's found you.
I spent two hours working on two minutes of
music today,
just for you and I didn't know if you'd
come back or not.
i'm too empty to waste words on lovelorn travelers
That never return.
So I let the music pour
And I saved it tied with a string old fashioned
And in an empty picture frame box
For you.
If I ever thought you'd never again whisper to me,
I hope never to be right
In any thought or fear or feel
And I sing still
and I'm sorry too much.
And I owe you something
That I am your instrument.
 
 

12:33 am

You let me worry
And want and fawn over you.
You never yelled or told me to disappear.
There are parties
(I was invited)
Drive in movies
(wasn't right without you)
And capuccino
(Brought some back, in the off chance that you would be waiting)
I'm tired
And I was scared and lost without you.
I wish I could say it more poetically
Or show you more romantically
(There's my answer... to the question you asked!)
But I can't right now
And my smile grew and
You came back and
Thanks for doing that.

My Profession

Candid camera photo shots and
Healing the sick and
hot air balloons
or maybe you
but only you
could convince me--
roller coasters
day trips
trippy nights
it's fall fest here so who's
not in the mood?
Glow stick giveaways and
microphones
Radio station blaring
SIXTEEN TWENTY A.M.
I want to yawn to keep up with it all
But patterned sleep welcomes me
For must I dream.
Must I dream?
 

Answer The Beatles
 

There they pose
Not looking like idols or icons,
But admiring me as
An example of some harmless beauty.
Their hollowed eyes under
denim jackets and simple tees
Classic debonairre
And Eastern Form-
Four separate figures
Not wanting to stay
Not wanting to leave
And in their eyes there is that question of
Why I walk a failing line so close.
They don't talk,
But you should try having those eyes to answer to.
 
 

Janis

I want that car
The one everyone knows
And I want not the fame
Or the punishment
Or the crime.
He would desire me so much!
Snakeskin butterfly tiping rainbows lakes and yellow submarine rivers
An all knowing eye.
Janis Joplin and
Scooby Doo.
 
 
 

Wrong

I'm racist
I'm wrong
I'm horny
I'm evil
I'm stupid
I'm naive
I belong in high school
"Could you please leave?"
I'm boring
I'm dumb
"Can I see?"
"Can I read?"
Forgive my generosity.
I'm disloyal
I'm dishonest
I'm disheveled
Disimbursed.
I desire
I conspire
I give too much
To give in to your
Attacks.
Soon I will would you --
Hurt you
Back.
 
 

RE

You hoped to find me today
Here alone and pregnant
With tomorrow's lust (for you!)
You expected my waiting
To be natural
But I sang a new song
And it wasn't about you.
Up and down minor chord scales to
B natural
Unexpected to your trained and quitted ears.
I'm angry
And sorry.
 
 

MW

You miss the time
It takes to be sad
And the trust it takes
To show a frown.
You sat here holding me
And saying how you loved
That she wasn't different
And how terrible he was
for being not the same.
You said they might accept me
And my old fashioned ways
But which of them will hold in
My thousand poems a day?
 

Choices

I sit alone and watch his ten goodnights
Each soften something within my life.
I reflect back to choir boy's poem
And the sensation that he is sad and wanting.
Unscrewing a bottle cap there is a fortune:
Write a poem.
It told me to
Just at that moment I was thinking of you.
That whole hour,
The whole evening
The Center Of Attention, Myself
with all the guys
Just wanted you to know
I was thinking of you.
 
 

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