Monthly Archives: February 2016

I think I told you the other day that all my poems were going to be about you but I’m pretty sure that was a lie. I’ve been trying to compose in your honor to your image about our past … Continue reading →

Hey. I talked it over with my girlfriend and believe it or not she says it’s all right if I sleep with you. She’s open minded and is fine with an open relationship – so long as she gets a … Continue reading →

Once I had a tie. I had a place to wear it I had a lady to help me put it on and a maid to clean it when necessary. I had a shirt bespoke by tailored hand and cuff … Continue reading →

It’s on days like this that I think of you most: all the red and pink and the hearts and flowers and stuffed unicorns and candy corns and… all the sugar. Everyone is so saccharine to each other on days … Continue reading →

It’s on days like this that I think of you most: the couples arm in arm holding each other up giving each other hope believing in something greater than themselves something enduring, sublime. I see people happy in each others’ … Continue reading →

It’s on days like this that I think of you most: cold bitter dry days when the skies promise nothing but burden and ache and the air is difficult to take in and the land offers no purchase for those … Continue reading →

I used to send you personal poems thoughts presented in secret just for you so you would know just how I felt. I see little point in that little exercise anymore for every poem’s about you. Every thing I’ve read … Continue reading →

I’m trying to remain calm to keep my cool. I’m trying not to say what I’m feeling mostly because I don’t know what that is yet. I know I’m pissed and frustrated and fairly unhappy but I don’t have a … Continue reading →

You should come to my place. It’s tons better than the last time. The towels have all been cleaned. Well, at least they were wettened. I’ve changed the sheets twice this year – and that’s calendar year! I’ve made lots … Continue reading →

I’ve been following you for some miles now sweating after your bus racing through streets always in sight of the quarry but always behind. I’ve gotten just to your window but never your attention. I haven’t been able to reach … Continue reading →