You asked me once, when we were young, Why I would choose to be depressed; I looked at you, and wondered if You'd ever known, or could have guessed Why some trees bend with weight of years, While others straight to heaven grow, The forests we don't understand But into which we all must go.
She turned to me with haunted look Atop the spires of her pain, I took her to my house and bed And made it snow, and sleet, and rain Her brown hair tumbled everywhere, As she arched back in focus pure; I thought I’d known that haunted look, But never could Be sure
he watched things break on the edge of soft sweaters and hair that became flowers that became rain falling on the rooftops of distant houses where princes dreamed of being commoners, and commoners dreamed of killing princes a face that made him want to go to war in the vain hope she would wait for … Continue reading "college girls"
Written six months after first telling the original story and fifteen years after the original events.
When my ex left, our youngest wasBut three years old – alas –So I would take him daily toA little pre-k class The girl who worked there was so youngBut seemed to like the wayI’d sit with him – and other kids –Beginning every day So, finally, I asked her outAnd she said that she … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Third"
The things we learn when we’re not thereCan lead us far from anywhere:To hollowness, and lives of pain,And using maybe half a brain But this is how we come to grow:By reaching past the things we knowTo vanity, hubris, and regret,And woes we hadn’t dreamed of yet.
Far from the tumult and the pain He can be himself again There in the quiet and the glow Of the world of long ago Far from the anger and the hate Maybe you can well relate There is a time when worries cease There on the path of truth And peace
This road and I are much the same: It goes nowhere, but faithfully. It isn't made from finest stuff But gets the job done well enough. And so this is my claim to fame: To place these words here carefully, And say as little as I can, But hope to get the job done in … Continue reading "4 Substitutes – 3"
The hardest day she ever spent Was not a rotten day at all; It isn't ease that brings us joy, Or frees us from our heartache's thrall It is in living that life is. It sounds so simple, but it's not: And she knows now, how hard's the way To take life in, when giving's … Continue reading "4 Substitutes – 2"