Why?
It is not out
of want that I watch
saddening humanity converse
in Gorham Park about lack of
coffee
and
food
It is out of wonder…
Family Reunion
The silent encounters
at 4 A.M. with the ghosts
of my father, mother, and sister
usually end up with me realizing
I failed to love when I had
the
chance.
Beautiful Insanity
Kindness always seeks
a home. Madness usually
finds the writer. The two
are not interchangeable.
Great Shape
While I was in my twenties,
my best friend Platt used to whisper
in my ear while we were drinking
at a dive— “How does it feel to know
we can physically dominate anyone in
here.”
At the time it felt pretty damn good…
Poor Baby
The terrible twos…
Violence and insanity
Still march the street
weathering the storm.
Piercing my soul…
Even today.
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