two t.v. dinners

a glass of chardonnay, a second
the candles i thought you might like
a tie, thrown against a chair which one sported a jacket
waiting, watching the second pass
but i leave the game on
because i forgot you said
you were never coming back

definitely titled

www.northriverpress.com
the book is out

over (again)

not quite there yet
so the cards tell me
so the booze tells me

trying to face reality, only one must
trying to face reality, one only must
trying to face reality, one must only

abandon beliefs
abandon hope
abandon self

say no matter
say no care
say no hurt

trying to get over you
sole remnant
of the passion

the word

over

trying to get it
not quite there yet
for when trying to face reality, one must
abandon beliefs
shift your paradigms
pretend you don’t care
say it doesn’t hurt

in trying to get over you
all i am left with is the word
over
over
and out

correction

None

None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
Nil’s the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
`Cause none is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
None is the loneliest number, worse than two

It’s just no good anymore since she went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

None is the loneliest, number none is the loneliest
Number none is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
None is the loneliest, none is the loneliest
None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
It’s just no good anymore since she went away
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do

inventory

five shelves of sci-fi and fantasy
two of classics
three boxes of vinyl, a dying beast
a pile of felt-tip pens, another
three sketchbooks, one unused
two library books, dust-bound
seven yards of memories
and not one picture of you.

prelude (draft)

when your silhouette
played a jazz tune against
the awkwardness and inappropriateness
of the motel bathroom mirror
i couldn’t help but laugh
at the glory in you and the pathetic in me

numbers (an ode to OCD) – draft

intertwining
converging
convalescing
creating
meaning

couplet in iambic pentameter

not so much the corners of my mind
more my cornering myself inside it

confusion

is not constant
is constantly not