My Attraction?

My Attraction?

Bold

in control

skeptical

He bordered

on grim

Hold

in control

frightened

He repeated

again

Unwind

wind sigh

the threshold

not grim

Ninth Level

sweet saturate

under black 

again

Neighbors II

Neighbors II

We like to ignore them

they like to ignore us too

we all need our privacy

If I had my druthers I’d

live in isolation out on

the land sea where we

across many miles could

see nothing except stars

April

She is lacy
edging on
saucy
she is Spring
earth still
warming
daffodils
April lacy

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

He just yelled all that at me

I have a really nice room

I’m happy here, except for

the person in the other room

He is banging around the kitchen

I am ensconced  in flame pink

the Spoonbill who I hope to see

the person in the other room

To Write a Poem

To Write A Poem

I search my soul

sole search I reach

to find the words

to hit you where it 

counts

I Love a Bill

I was once wowed

a guy named Bill

I felt too wowed

I ran away till

I landed in the arms

I wasn’t wowed of

It felt safe

he would always love me

just like Lenny and the mouse

Neighbors

Last night I stayed in a hotel

I couldn’t hear neighbors, but

I knew I slept on layers, others

who shared pillows, mattress

laundered sheets, cleaned bath

and it seems intimate and weird

for their ghosts inhabit the space

and now my ghost is there and I

wonder at whether anyone else

has had a sense of former guests

who lied down to rest soul and body

against mental and physical fatigue 

multitudes of neighbors share beds

we never know one another

yet we share a form of intimacy

in hotel rooms on lonely nights