It's the best smell in the world
Apart from my favorite climbing rose
and balsam
campfire smoke
and food on the grill
babies
and the sea
Writing poetry is like antique shopping for words: sometimes you find a treasure, and sometimes you find a dud. ;)
It's the best smell in the world
Apart from my favorite climbing rose
and balsam
campfire smoke
and food on the grill
babies
and the sea
Travel is a feeling
that swells in your heart
You may forget the music that played in Hyde Park
or the name of that cafe on the Champs Élysées
But you'll never forget the warm glow
that filled you to brimming
and made you glad to be alive
People say,
"I would rather be alone rather than married to him,"
as if being alone is bad
but at least not as bad as being with him
When being alone
means cooking Gallo Pinto
while taking belts (that's what my mother calls it)
from a Jack Daniel's bottle
That ain't bad
That's the best
When you view it on a map
it looks so far away
but our apartment was mere steps from your front door
The trek to town was longer
but the view of the Reek was worth it
We toasted here and there and there
and tipped the best bartender
so that he could fill
the most enormous empty Powers Whiskey bottle
with all our loose change
There you are
that fatal moment
standing on the edge
Just when you
think no one's looking
I see you pick your wedge
7/29/1998 - Pierce Pettis at Club Passim
Why do I rehearse disappointment?
When all signs are pointing toward
being forgotten
or left out
I prepare myself for the blow
no phone call
a gut punch