sidewalk chalk

i’ve got this sidewalk chalk

in my pocket

i’m walking to where

we stood before


here is where i draw the line

you stand on your side

me on mine

it’s such a vivid yellow

don’t cross


i wish i could cut

my wrists wide open

dry my veins

bleed out all the blood

that pumped through my heart

as it beat for you


i’m cutting

you loose

i’m done giving

i’m giving up


such a simple choice to choose

you lose



Phantom Photo

Eyeliner I am eyeliner

My crying eyes I’m hiding

At last shall unite dying

See you in a while


Could you please bring

Better assurance?

I want to know

If we’re on our route

We can be friends

You might say

This is living

As a ghost.


Have I been asleep

Through some dawn of

Us wearing each other out?

Losing sight of the intangible


Have you made your transition?


I am invisible

But for one picture

We’d taken it

With a disposable camera

Before I ever realized

We could be disposable.




you left so early

but not before a kiss

I worry did you mean it

after you dumped a pile of

just-out-of-the-dryer-warm clothes

on me


alone in your bed

a pillow over my face

mind mingling in muddled dreams

the relentless chatter of a jackhammer

woke me


the pure and simple truth

the rare and hopeless romance

the unconditional love

you still won’t embrace

I carry it home each time

with me


I only escape

the relentless chatter of my mind

in sleep in cold dark shadows in dreams

I question so much I close

my eyes again your smell still

around me.



Sex and Breakfast.

I stowed and sealed these things in mental boxes a long time ago. Boxes I swore I’d never open again but today the lock was broken and a piece of me was borne away.


I’ve been questioning my depth lately and I keep coming back to the same term: abysmal. Lackluster and lacking–apparently wildly cheapened somewhere, somehow.


I’m not the girl one brings home to meet the folks, never have been nor am I sure I was missing it. I’m the girl you fuck a time or ten but rarely stay to have dinner with.


Breakfast is a different beast. If it’s shitty diner coffee to hold hands with a hangover or eggs in a basket with meat and potatoes to match, sex and breakfast are my fortes.




The earth gave its call

And nothing at all

Could stop the leaves

The leaves that fall,

That whisper and fall.


They hung in the air

Between here and there,

Where time stood still

And the trees didn’t care,

Didn’t notice or care.



Which is Worse…Hell or Nothing?

Have you ever wanted something so badly

that when it presented itself to you

you reached out and grabbed for it

wildly and held tight for dear life?


Only after awhile

you open your fist

and discover it’s empty

you missed by a hair


The thing was always just outside your grasp

and you’ve been holding onto nothing all along

it was never, ever there.



Here, Now

We are standing

At the edge of a

Goodbye. You cup your

Hands over my eyes

Gently, just to block

My view. “I’m going

To take a photograph;

Paint you a picture with

Words,” you say.

Dusk hangs

Over the trees below

A blue-white zenith

Like petite pink and

Orange flowers hang

From a ceiling plant…

Your hands drop as

Your eyes dart to the dim,

Hazy horizon where

A thin and blurry line

Of blue-gray water

Meets cloud. The

Pioneer stars poke

Pinholes in the evening,

One minute they are

There, then gone the next

When we try to focus on

The spot, because it is still

Too light. The trees sway

Before a roguish breeze

Reaches us; I feel it

And shiver.

The changing leaves,

Orange and yellow

Suddenly blend completely

With the sky and we blink

At the brilliant sunset colors.

In the silence a single bird

Chirps. You turn to me with

Fluttering lashes as your eyes

Readjust to the fading day

And you kiss me once

Swiftly but stunningly,

And I know that

This moment

Here, now

Is a memory

Forever ours.

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