• poems,  poetry

    Song.

    in a quiet room his heart skipped. he saw her from so very far away. his throat was dry. she sang. it was STRONG, fast, yet blissful. he never thought to talk to her. he would walk near her and listen for her voice to warble. that voice. it shook his soul. she made him cry. Every fucking time. His heart shook. Her deep blue eyes. Her shining red hair. He worried. it was love. curiosity. pain. infatuation. she never knew he would never tell her that it was love. it would always be random chance awkward times to meet with an anchor in tow

  • poems,  poetry

    Michelle.

    michelle wrote in my yearbook “I haven’t known you long but you have a nice ass.” she held my hand and I kissed a woman for the first time hot summer morning we left school and drove for hours amusement park pool and haunted house hot dogs and potato salad trading tickets for second base we burned styrofoam and cigarettes felt lips and tongue on my throbbing adolescence she cussed drank never wore panties michelle was always ready she needed a boy man a woman girl she confused me she loved me she mystified me

  • poems,  poetry

    Confused and Sad

    blurred eyes he walked to the end of the street barely remembering where he is and when he needs to meet her he sits on the bench with a schedule in his starched pocket smoking a cigar and gazing through amber tint buses come and go the sun drifts behind that hill and he squints his worn schedule confuses him fountain pen pencil marks scratches and tape keep his day together she explodes into his broken mind her bright blue eyes and searing red lips that summer on the lake when she taught him how to swim and not be afraid that humid night when they held their bodies close…