WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF A CAR REPAIR INVOICE, PART 1

The clouds are being sucked down the drain with the sun

dragged and pulled 

across the marbled pink and blue granite sky

CONSOLATION

On a day like this

I don't even care

that you're not mine

GOD

everything

     everything

you are everything

HYPERBOLE

The memory of your kindnesses

are like 100 puncture holes to my heart

your flaws

as effective as a wet hammock

to stop the bleeding

4/22/07

the sky will always stay the same

over my house

even if the people change

that live under it

MOON POEM #3

a nail clipping

in ink

T.O. LOVELACE

I don't think we're on the same page here.

I don't have the time or inclination to respond to your six email messages in the past four days.

I think you have confused your instinct to be prematurely open with a stranger with some mystical sign 

that we are meant to be together.

To be honest, I was turned off when you told me that you missed me after three days.

You're getting ahead of yourself, but you're certainly getting ahead of me.

2011

It took me three years 

to get over you

one year 

for each month

I gave you my heart

each year 

I get more pieces back

CHASING THE SUNSET

Driving alone is no less sweet
for the solitude

And as I wind through the back roads
One hand on the wheel
I remember the spot
where I learned to drive a standard shift
and accidentally hit a squirrel

Certain bends of the road remind me
of my Uncle Dick's neighborhood
or St. Davids streets

And during a long stretch of road
where I was the only car rolling along
I turned off my lights
And coasted in the dusk

As the sun sank into the powdery pink

NARCISSIST

I'm a planet

I'm only reflecting the sun
as I am supposed to do

I am only doing exactly
what I'm supposed to do

It's not interesting
It's not miraculous
It's not curious
It is textbook

I'm doing exactly what I am supposed to do