guilt is a funny thing

 

 

 

it doesn’t matter if you knew better

or if you were doing your best with

the knowledge you had

 

if your own hindsight doesn’t shame you

someone else’s will

 

if it doesn’t, you’re probably not human

 

Cups Of Water

I dumped out the fearful

cups of water you had lined

under the kitchen window

I feel bad for the clippings

though. Some of them

had sprouted roots

Do you think they will grow

in the landfill?

I also throw out

some coffee grinds and eggshells

(for luck)

I’d Pull

I’d pull the despair

out of your body like a cord

but where would I put it? 

 

I already have one of my own

Would you like it?

Missing A Few Hours

I want sex.  That is what

I’m writing this poem for

 I hope to convince you

that having sex with me

is a good idea and that you

shouldn’t delay. Or else

you’ll miss your chance

 

A chance that could change your life

forever or entertain you for a few hours  

another typical topical day

I almost made it with the moon

but I looked down

 

another typical topical day

 

Henry has lung cancer

Now, who am I

gonna smoke with

I don’t know why

I don’t know why

we are still writing

poems, Henry.

 

I tried to go

in a different direction

 but I kept wanting

 to come back

 and sit with you.  

 

Now what, Henry

We are out of beer

there

I have been doing a lot of thought.  

It is hard work but I am not tired yet.

I am incompetent.  There I said it. 

Feel free to love me. I am incompetent.