dependency
the purple flower,
straining to escape the shade,
leans into the sun.
spring cleaning
dusty exercise
undertaken with dread for
all we’ll throw away.
of certainty
undeniably
and incontrovertibly
unmistakable
they warned me not to buy on the first visit
in your softness,
your warm compartment,
i find the warmth unfound
in decades of wandering.
oh, the first time
you took me in;
that sweet acceptance,
that unspoken trust.
years of selling
to those who never buy
rinsed away by this
solitary kiss.
greasing the wheels of time
it’ll last longer
if you don’t obsess over
when it will be gone.
at any volume
keeping our secret
isn’t difficult.
i could shout it
and no one would believe,
like that time i told a girl
i’d been in a psych ward once.
she laughed it off,
convinced it wasn’t true
- just like the rest of those things
i used to say to get a reaction.
it’s like that with you.
if anyone were to hear the details
of how i swell inside
at the sight or your smile;
how i nearly burst
the first time we touch
after being apart
for just a few days;
they’d think it as likely
as a story
in the scandal rags;
something technically possible,
but not very likely.
incidental charity
I carry my gold
in sacks shot full of holes, and
wonder where it goes.
throb
aching tinge of pain,
you wouldn’t matter as much
if my mind was right.
the octagon (if at all)
Jerry’s gone – what now?
- and how to properly judge
his contribution?
los angeles, 1979
all calamity stalls
as an infant child reveals
balmy cherub smiles.
our lady of perpetual thanks
this day of mothers
exposes the gratitude
we should always have.
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