Friday, August 22, 2008


may I sing you a woe,
artfully crafted,
set to the perfect beat,
of a life that never should-can-will be ?

a song for mine,
a part of me,
that can never be,
but in imagination,
my man-mind-child ?

with words, that
are deeper than the slits,
on my wrists ?,
with words, that
sting deeper than the welts,
on my back ?

will you listen ?
you, that is a part of me ?
will you listen ?
you, that will never be ?
my man-mind-child ?

believe that I love ?
that which can never be ?
that which will never be ?
that which cannot be imagined ?
that which is forever feared-felt-missed ?

my man-mind-child ?

Monday, August 4, 2008


there's no saying,
how enchanted i was when,
i first heard you,
over the buzz, the cackle, and
the static.

the webs that,
your throaty laughter,
spun around my soul, with
those half said words,
those unfinished thoughts.

that i wished i could mimic,
i wish i could think,
i wish i could articulate.

all you are,
is but a distant dream,
a less than perfect memory,
a nightmare,
wrapped in years.

i wish that was all you were,
a memory,
a wish,
a nightmare,
but you are more.

you are that part of me,
which yearns for approval,
hope, love,
that part of me that betrays,
my vulnerability,
the need for love.

never more,
no more.