Quickies From 1988 Untitled

I crashed your party and now

you don't want me to leave;

it was more than just a

coincidence that took over

a year to happen with us.    1988

I tried to leave you once before and

holding that attempt up for scrutiny

    decided on substitute gratification.    

1988

the flavors of live with which

I am familiar are those colors

whose textures are more

personal than human emotions.    1988

tonight my feelings bend in your

direction like blades of grass in

the rain with each drop holding

the intensity of the moment.     

1988

I have given in to my feelings 

and will allow them to have

their way with me once again.    1988

evenings recently have held me

accountable to a twenty two year

old memory and what was felt

that has never been felt since.    1988