Bad Place

I hate having to frequent
a place that I loathe
Like wearing clothes which
don't fit my personality
Or watching a baby
throw a screaming fit
while everyone near you
tells you half-heartedly
"he's not really that upset."

Wash

Warm running water
Soap and tears wash the glasses
Dry my hands and eyes

Again

No more bad weekends
I don't want to go back there
We already have

June

His soft skin, a new life
Heart and soul are somewhere else
Time cut short again

Ebb and Flow

You ebb and flow
like a rotten tide
crashing and frothing
on a forgotten shore
You walk painfully upon us
like annoying pebbles
digging into and engraving
your tired feet
Ignore the comfort
of the salty breeze
caressing gently
across your sleepy soul
You rise and fall
drowning my voice -
a soft, sweet song
but you make the choice
to hear it so wrong,
so silent, so off-key
The rough waters of you
hold me dangerously high
into the black empty sky
then throw me down swiftly
with perfect decision
deep into the sea

Approaching another June

You won't come looking for me
Ironically, technology
the one point of distance
you would never cross
to get through to me
is your soul tranquility
I have to open the morning news
with the rest of the public
to find out your latest creativity
Stay safe and free

You don't need me.

Open Door

You carelessly opened the door too wide
Allowing those strangers eyes to linger
Naked, exposed, I quickly tried to hide
The gold stain from you around my finger
Drawn to the possibility of fame
You borrowed our memories and our dreams
Write quickly and whisper all but my name
Conjure the night ghost to create your themes
I'll quiet in dawn with restless concern
But turn a blank stare to words that can mend
Love is a privacy few hearts can earn
When lost by the solitude of a friend
My cold hand turns each invisible page
Filling my soul with irreparable age