mourning the passing of winter

goodbye to the crisp air

the long nights

the warmth that must come from within

so long snuggly flannel sheets

well worn flannel pajamas

so long so long

gone is the icy scent of snow

gone the sweet scent of fire

off in the distance.

I already miss you

twinkling lights and

I miss the song of winter

the coming on of spring

and summer

the coming on of warm


despite your long days

your hot and humid days

I am thankful to see you

arriving again

like nothing happened

what a year can bring you

where a year can take you

how a year will make you

mourn the passing of winter

Help you to continue to float
But just barely
I'm not trained in these matters

can you dig it?

4/26/2010 23:04:44

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hunger pang
growing pain
candy cane 
vampire fangs
lover's lane
let's go hang
what's yer name
weather vane
out with a bang
go insane
tame your mane
wax and wane
summer's rain
all in vain


2/2/2010 21:56:17


intrusive thoughts
invade down time
like a swarm of bees
dip down into 
outrageous notions
and harmful harmless plots
to off the star of
a one man play
the result can be
a loser who can't
tell the difference between

a hug and a threat
a promise and a bribe
a relationship and a hostage situation

dry. it. up.

12/11/2009 22:44:12


dry it up
how I cringe when I think of those words
he's in the front seat
i'm sobbing in the back
d r y   i t   u p

if only i could
if only that would fix everything
if i could dry it up
i would
little pink mini-tab
half a hit
and sleep washes over me
benedryl induced slumber
is all i get these days
and midnight is
way too late
if i think i'm really gonna
make it
in the sunshine

speaking of...

darker mornings
make for longer naps
and fighting dreams
bells and whistles
and cuckoo clocks
to justify




i'm everything,
but i mean everything,
you thought you'd lost
but you can't have me
i am unavailable to you
out of your reach
not what you need

not black
not white
not yes
not no
far beyond tomorrow
not quite reaching yesterday

i'm all of it
all that escaped you

every remembrance of
a cigarette smoked
and crushed
and embers glowed

every instance of
a page read
and crushed
and plots thickened

every morning of
a glass of milk spilled
and crushed
and tears shed

every flutter of
a brown eye winking
and crushed
and blinking back tears

every dream
tomorrow into

every thought
me into

i've got
what you
are you looking
are you missing
are you

parole denied

12/11/2009 22:42:17


it's like the way you tapped the glass and pointed at me
and your hand looked like i always remembered
always something about your hands
that somehow you touched me
more than you had before.
i mean, there had always been some wall...
my fault, i know,
but this glass
so real
so permanent
and talking on a phone
more face to face
than ever before
so nothing would ever be the same
and it was just too late
it was just too late


12/11/2009 22:38:06


how many blemishes do you have?

aside from this one on my chin
there is you

and my twenties
and that one stop sign ticket
because the rest have fallen off of my record

and the one on my chin is clearing up really
by tomorrow you won't even be able to see it