She was cornered

With no way out,

Except to confront him

Which she did,

Becoming his mistress.



January 1989

On each corner they stand
watching my every move,
mental guards,

protecting fantasy from reality;

I awake inside another room

of my imagination,

different than the first

with subtle colors of yellows and browns,

and no windows

or flower pots to clutter the space;

through the corner door,

I float and when I pass you

steal a kiss and plan our

next rendezvous;

from one room to the next,

I go and from one

sequence I go

with purpose

without end;

inside an ever-continuing

daydream (it seems)

outside the mainstream of life,

outside rational thought and

forever responsible to no one.

 

January 1989

3 Haiku's from 1988

We tried a couple

Of times and the result just

Increased the desire.

She wants him but since

He is married, must be a
Little careful now.


She couldn’t take this
New job, not now after he
Stepped into her life.


October 1988

I am neither

Depressed

Nor happy;

Although,

I would like to be one;

I am suspended,

Hanging in an

Unknown world,

Expecting answers

To the questions,

I have no idea

How to phrase.



January 2000

A new month

has begun

and it seems

all we do is argue;

and all you say

are really hateful comments

for which you

apologize causing me

not to trust you.



May 1996

there is no flow

with my life

and little ambition

that I seem
\to be blaming
on the influence of others,
when there is no one
to blame by me.

July 1997

she felt comfortable

with my return,

as if nothing was wrong,

as if no time had passed

between us, and we had

not experienced life with

anyone but each other.

July 1997

3 Haiku

The sun is bright this

morning, making it somewhat

difficult to face.

You protected me

and I appreciate that

and reciprocate.

I reach for the stars

and receive promises of

events yet to be.

December 1997

                                                      Spend time

in my mind,

see me

for what I am

not what you think I am,

or need me to be;

spend time

in my mind

wrapping your caring

around me

like the legs

of a whore.

March 1997

I do not like to feel

that I need anyone

and if you were to test that,

then I would let you

walk out of my life

like I did before;

no phone calls,

no letters,

no pleasant conversations;

it would be total indifference

and a

I don't care attitude.

August 1997