Author: admin

my limbs ache for loss of you
and your absence leaves
black holes in my dreams.

When I wake up
I find that I hate morning
More than I did yesterday
I hate the way my eyes feel

The best things in life may be
free but to enjoy them takes cash.

I got them four-in-the-morning blues.
Them tossy-turny, fight-the-light blues.

The man in my dreams loves and hurts
In equal measure. I can’t tell if he’s you

The nightmare recurrent since I was small A presence malevolent, dark, looming, Hovering over like a vagrant evil The terror catches in my throat The screams strangled down to whimpers Even now, there is no relief in waking I...

what does one know of death
and immortality, without
the experience of life?
Whitman loved, Frost traveled
cummings worked, as did Stevens.

Now why would that thought occur to me
On this glorious August morning,
With sunlight creeping
Through the Eucalyptus branches

After all, a man only wears one watch.

My sister warns me to watch the Barbie
influence on my daughter.