Quiet Desperation Series #3

the paths of time

appear as

needle tracks

on my soul

and the poison

has already done

its damage

as through withdrawals

I remember

the high.

4-1-13

Quiet Desperation Series #2

Love seems to be best
served to the young
since seniors know
all the tricks and can
no longer be fooled.

30Mar13

Quiet Desperation Series #1

inside separate thoughts of
fantasies and fetishes dwell
like couples do once too familiar,
hoping for the right exposure,

posturing for a photograph;
"home sweet home" on the Welcome mat
a precarious mixture of sweet
and sour like Oriental cuisine
without chopsticks or wonton soup,
but with all the spices for indigestion;
quite comfortably we sit in separate
seats on separate sides of the room,
never exposing thoughts or feelings
unless point a skinny finger as if
ridicule will survive contempt;
we collect evidence as low rent cops
from conjecture and speculation
completing detrimental profiles fri
which we base our marital actions
and rationalize our willingness to remain.

30Mar13

there is no one
in this house today,
no one at all,
there was no one
home yesterday
or the day before,
and I do not know
when they will return
and yes,
they have left me in charge
but I have
no authority by which
to make a decision
until they return.

December 1999

can I live a simple life

like I've been doing

and be satisfied with

who I am and have a

wife who accepts me

for who I am as well,

or is is impossible

to have both these days.

December 1999

I am no fountain of knowledge,
just someone needing to get
across a few little point and
choose to do so in a classroom
of ears that are too full of wax.

January 2003

come down to my level
if you want to understand
what my life might be like
and before you begin to
criticize me for not being you.

January 2003

I have no reason
to sleep with you,

but,
sleep with you
is what I want to do;
still,
there are so many
who must be informed
like spouses
and children,
friends

and relatives,

what if,
someone gets angry
and sues...
do we now have
reasons not to?

31Mar13

I am no my

brother's keeper

nor my own,

yet here we are

waiting for the sun

as if someone

had pried open

our minds and

is directing

our salvation

as if we were

already dead.

30Mar13

all my memories
hang like dead bodies
in a revolutionary
courtyard of regret;
all my memories
follow me around
like cats wanting treats
becoming over-weight;
all my memories
not yet resurrected
dangle like clothes
waiting to be worn again.

29Mar13