BIRTHDAY WISH

to hug you longtime.
to race to the park,
to fly the kite high.
to eat sushi, suck sake,
to stroll through the moma
with a pretty momma.
to hold you longtime.
to make out like bandits.
to be a partner in crime.

nuvyuuvb

they were playing her song of faith
where i jumped off this morning.
and i miss her like coffee misses cream.
like the city winter misses snow.
like a virgin misses love.
like a friend misses a foe.
i miss her like my left hand misses the right
before they clasp and grasp the each, the other
in a pulsing fist of prayer.

1 sucka 2 sucka 3 sucka 4

here i am
again at the whim
of a little woman

rubber tip

reading words i writ
makes me want to
erase erase erase

BOTH CHEEKS

i smell like old coffee
and taste like fresh beer.
if i could have anything
it would be you, here.
now, this second, and how.

HOME AGAIN

Stiffly I stroll past frozen eyelashes, frigid signposts,
past mom and pop liquor shops and candy stores,
meandering through the newfound health food store,
picking up a bowl of plenty,
stopping at a gallery of metal and stone,
the wine store.
Twelve days in, i take a walk
with a home to return to.

FOUR OF FOUR

the first for me, and the space i'm in.
the second for her and the shape she's in.
the third for the future unknown and unlived.
the fourth and the very last to pass past the past.
the filthy fifth and sixth are my dirty little secrets.

WHAT HAPPENED

I dried off, dressed,
flipped open, praying,
just praying for nothing,
nothing but the time,
the space i need,
no new things,
new anythings,
no new nuthin.

WHAT YOU ARE TO ME

what am i to you?
a line item?
your brother?
could i be
your partner in crime?
make your head swivel?
make you turn on a dime?
we go back, i know that.
i could be an old lover,
a past twin, perhaps.
what are you to me?
a question?
an answer?
a veiled insecurity?
my key to set i free?
a reminder to just be?
do you really want to see
everything you are to me?

12.3.5

It's that night again
and here I am again,
Alone, my self the only one
to share my aloneness with.
That day passed again
With welling eyes and head tucked.
No arms around me, none to speak of.
Off I go to either get hit by a cab
Or fall asleep clutching a pillow.
Hobnobbing won't brighten my blues.
QT with a PYT might, but won't
Cuz she loves me like a brother.
Tingles fall through my muscles
As I feel that sinking feeling
Pulling my pumper into my guts.