gotta go

 the train left the station

and i am sorry that 

well let's face it

you never wanted to make the ride

cake poems

 I made a cake for 

A future I hope to have

I put only love in it

***

The thing about cake

Is that making it

Should be the best part

***

It was your birthday 

I will cry when you die

Your cruelty hasn't erased 

The person I thought you were

How lucky to be a better man

100 days

I have most conversations in my head

I have great adventures with you

And I say to you

Let us have the greatest love adventure of our lives

One that people will write books about long after it ends

And you say yes i am in i want to live

We will sit atop the highest building in Tokyo

and drink pink champagne

From a pink bottle and race boats across the China Sea

And walk on an ice shelf in Antarctica in oversized winter coats

While a guide points to the things that live in such 

treacherous places

Pine trees for 100 miles 

in our picture together in the 100 mile wilderness

We smell jungle mist from Incan roads and swim in cenotes

clear 100 feet down 

Highland sheep watch as we carry our packs 

and the warmth of 100 sunny days together

and a love that spreads across our lives like a sunrise

crumble

There will be a day when I have my cake

And eat it too and the crumble will be so

Thick that my teeth slide through and

bits stick to the sides of my face

and on my lap and the plate and the floor

and there's so many crumbs that the dog has to lick them up

I have a bent fork

 

Lost friendship

 I still have all the once green branches

When we were younger and silly

they turned to dust

And blew in a west wind

My hand is skeleton

My heart an empty hall

Footsteps none but 

What happened here 

It was me wasn’t it

It was always me 

Like a crime scene where I spilled milk

A very long time ago 

Sailing

 He wears a rope around his neck

And I want to grab it with both hands

and pull

Him to my lips

And take in his breath from

This gap

Because in that

He knows sailboats and equations

And 

And I can’t get his attention

He’s on a run and his sails

Are up and the sky is blue

I’m a passenger 

With wind whipped hair

looking ahead

hands on the pulpit rail 

To a cloudless horizon