1. THE POET YOU NEVER WERE

Forget the broken backed stretch across a painted
Background you've never experienced.
Forget the lazy days of daydream departure to faraway
Laughs you've never heard.
Forget the backwards walk through liminal windows you
Never knew existed.
Forget the bells tolling an hour of redemption, a
Minute of fancy you've never been given.
Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys
You've never met.
Forget the unwritten, uncollected works of the poet
You never were.


2. ROQUETIN

'We've fallen on days,' leigh said. All hands, blurred
Motion. Those praying hands. The tragic famine of
Words unsaid, hours misspent. It's all flash, after
All. The photographic momentary work of our senses
Viewing, tasting, living to deny the bittersweet
Desire of whispers written across days of days' lament
... The silence we offer, never to recompense the
Experiences we've borrowed.


3. SOME NATURES CATCH NO PLAGUES

I smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
Reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
I've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. Similar
Starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. But
It's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm
Of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of
Hearts repeating, "there is no happy here, there is no
Happy here..." devil may care touches trickled down
Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
The finer art of heartwork.