Will it ever be
Enough? I struggle forward,
Fighting to the end.
Gladiator
Category: Poetry
Common Sense
I should know that the
Faster their response to me,
The quicker they’re gone
Aging Photos
They purse their lips and
Stare at me; did they ever
Know me? Who I am?
Were I A Computer
I’d be programmed to
Love who, when, where I should and
Then I’d still love you.
Sad Summary
I don’t want to be
Alone. But, I don’t want to
Be alone with you.
Given the Choice
I’d rather be a
Asshole, Motherfucker, than
A wee weak willed worm.
Geometry of Desire
The line of your thigh
Curves to round your buttock, then
Flattens as your back
Who, Me?
My perversity
Is only curiosity
I am quite wholesome
Gray
Broken and alone
Failing each day a little
More, washed out, used up.
