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

PANDORA

I opened Pandora's box
and asked her to play a Spin Doctors station
it seemed like a 1990s revue

Goo Goo Dolls
Blues Traveler
Third Eye Blind
Blind Melon

and yet
it was fun to relive those days
days in love
days of freedom

as I cooked pasta in my kitchen
and ate it perched on the kitchen counter

SEX WITH AN EX

When you have sex with an ex in your dream

But you never had sex with that ex

No, not that one