as i sit here
reading,
sipping beer
and wine,
i know
it is the ink
that i am
really
drinking
Photosynthesizing
her smile
means more than sunlight
to me
she always finds a way
to make
my day
Walls
She said
that is such an ugly
prison
you have built
around your heart.
I said
yeah
but you should see it
from inside –
I have painted
the walls
with clowns.
Wastes
If I manage to find the pieces
we lost along the way,
having turned back now,
roaming the wastelands of our yesterdays,
would it be okay if I salvaged
the questionable parts of you,
the pieces you discarded
to rust and rot with time?
I am starting to think they fit me
better than my parts
ever did.
Climbing out
and you smiled and
put your hand in mine and
our eyes glimmered with new fire