Rookie Season

you are new you make new friends you lose those friends you lose your head you choose new beds because you don’t know what you don’t know you are sweet you are a treat they take you in their teeth

Florist

like a florist to flowers i love many women the stems they stand on the way they smell all their petals make me sniffly they leave me wishing when i’m smelling only dirt in the city but in the springtime

Young George

my mostly dark lover she hunts for me a funny one all summer home alone my corner stone my ever searching lover she roams from me a rouge, that one all days out to roam some nights at home my

I have already waited too long.

I hope it happens. And I hope it makes sense and is good.

emotion manual

we talked all night like friends who’d just met but the fact is we’re lovers through the blood and the sweat we were talking about how i’m partial to doubt tough you kept your composure and smiled at my brow

Walt Lippmann

There was a man on the side of the street it was a busy street he was blocking me from walking he had all of his possessions on a blanket by the curb As I sidestepped by an old spine

train tracks the oldest ride on the land’s great back ruts run along side paths to farmers fields taking me back through the rows of orchards past the stone foundation of barns long decayed

i’d like to grow as life long friends if you invest in me, i will return with dividends

at my feet draws a tide we keep soundings in feets and fathoms to test the lake keep all the bees in their hives give them flowers for my honey and so they can pollinate