I would not have known how much I desired you
till I spotted the red mark on your neck which you
said was an insect bite but I knew
was an act of love

Today

A sudden intense desire
to be sentimental 

If I could write just one last song

would you sing it for me

as the Hemlock sinks

Please do not weep 

Would you make tea ?

arrange the wild Lilies ?

I feel the waves swell

the grey river calls me

 

Samsung beauty mode

How tearless have I become
How untouched by touch
I sink in sleep
and wake in dream
Sunday books and
careless selfies
filtering all wretchedness

Waking up at 3 am
soggy with sweat

Kitchen

clumsy
fingers try to reach
the dried wine at the
base of the flute

The wound bleeds
 fresh blood

I see you smiling
somewhere !


after so many years

The day shall be
gloomy

I had the words I thought
and the thoughts
disappeared

you embraced me
like  youthful
green shoots wrap around
ancient branches

It felt warm
like spring rain
yet cold as death

You change
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile

"Yo Man !"

"Yo Man !"


While kitchen sink
overflows

there shall be
fireworks
Vessels hollow
Hollow as sky
Tears vaporize
 
Fragments
of dew and
morning grass
photographs
The birthdays...

Friends

Not friends

I grey I grey
And guitar strings
gather rust

After this
and many of these
Too shall there be

spring rains -

a nice hair cut -

love -

or maybe a lover


but  that wont be
happy
nor really sad