Conversational

"Your brain is addicted"
"Did you know your brain gets addicted to the person you love?"
"And it only gets stronger with sex, ya"
"You see, that's my problem"
"We make love and that's our problem."
"I know, I'm aware"
"I don't care"
"I don't care"
"Masturbation makes me more likely to cheat"
"No it doesn't"
"Yes it does! You get addicted to nobody"
"Ya, I guess you're right"

Pretty Bird

Agitation

Like something from an angry sex scene

Pent up frustration

Let out in a whisper

Let out in a song

Let out with a bang

Of the gun shot

From the gun that you carry in your heart

Punched in the gut

By infidelities

By your own

Infidelities

You're punching yourself in the gut

For being an infidel.

Shame on you, pretty bird.

Shame

Such a pretty bird.

Shame she had to fly so soon.

Self Deprication

You barely noticed me.
I stand in the shadows--
(You hear best when no one knows you’re there.)

I saw you look at her—
Touch her—
Pretty?
Ya, she’s pretty…
That easy kind of pretty,
Like she was born to be
A ball of light.

So Late...

In need of a break—
You also?
Prehaps a walk to clear heads?
Yes, no?
Circle the answer
Like when we were kids

Bicycle Poem

Warm nights fade—
Warm mornings—
The sun rising
Lazy,
Lifting stars from its face.
I feel I’m gliding
Thorough the world—
My legs aren’t in it anymore.
I am the bird I wish I were
Free to fly
Forever
Taking in the dawn.

my new summer

Winding roads that never end

The sound of birds

in the trees

and bees

and you

and me

and us together alone

once upon a time

in my dreams of countryside

always alive

in my mind we could be

so free

free from all this

madness here

and now

and then

and them

just us

just us

us

Familiarity breeds contempt

I’ve totally fucked myself

Again

I want to stop thinking these

Things

I want to love him that way

I used to

I don’t want to see you so

Truly

I don’t want to think of you so

Often

I don’t want to wait for you

Wait for you

Wait for you