i crossed your path
head slung low
hands were clasped
and my, my my mind
was still attached
but you fixed that
of all the things
i think i miss
that
the most
my body wasn’t
just a host
my mind
was completely
unique to me
and now I’m
just like all those
walking ghosts
the lost souls
fixed
and detached
head slung low
i crossed your path

my heart
was broke in
the door
was unlocked
although
i knew better
still it came
as a shock
the most
beautiful thief
was never stopped
never questioned
never a suspect
to the cops
she lurks
in shadows now
whispering
this might hurt
awhile
I replied
its ok
if my heart breaks
thats what it’s made for anyway

I write
like this
so you, the reader
stops…
and
thinks…
and moves on
to where
a rhyme isn’t
always as necessary
as maybe
a short pause
to ponder
relate
and return
you
the reader
to the next line
think…
what are words
worth
if they aren’t
understood
by way of the
writers intent
unless
his intent
was for you
the reader
to determine
what it means
to you

friends of mine
are friends of yours
when we see each other
they remind me of you,
of course.
so we
do things
that are
customary
shake hands and
exchange pleasantries
i wonder where you are
how you’ve been
but I dare not ask
questions like these
deny any suspicion
from easing in
its a holding pattern
i’m currently stuck in
where thoughts are banned
from open display
so the convo goes
and is followed by
nods and smiles
best wishes
swallow hard
and a walk away
friends of mine
are friends of yours…
and the hardest part
is forgetting you, of course.

and so it goes
the sun, it rose
from the sultry throws
of a night lost
in its deep and winding furrows
beneath sheets stretched
from our heads to our toes
our chests heaved with deep sighs
hands gripped and wrestled between thighs
no questions were answered
but it was seen in your eyes
the answers hint
left the taste of mint
said, don’t press our luck…
and away she went

my fangers
those
carpal hangers
backhand smack
stangers
grip the neck
stranglers
wrestle the buttons
on your blouse
wranglers
have lost
the toss
heads
to tails
and are
now
neatly tied
noose
danglers

i don’t want to
sound like a
sad sappy
mother fucker
but i’m bereft
now that
not a sign
is left
you’ve
disappeared
i’ve been cleared
from all
thoughts
forlorn
to decay
with all the
forget me nots

a flaw
no matter
how small
is enough
to make
my skin crawl
so i
find myself
stressed
under duress
my mind
churns out
more thoughts
than i can
possibly
digest
and no matter
how hard i try
to shake it
I still feel useless

fetal position
quiver and try
to make sense
but it’s hard to
when everything
comes up fictitious
lies now surmount
the ones that
were dispelled previous
and the empty
hollow shell
grows more obvious
its not a moment
captured
but a prison cell
that never releases
its captives

if history has
taught me one thing
its that i never
learn anything