lesson #1

three stools down
her litany of i loves
has left me speechless.

what is one to say when seated
alone at the bar
of a restaurant that is meant
to be shared?


although i wrote this a good nine months ago, it feels like something i'm still learning.

let's drink 'til we can't feel feelings!

worst. plan. ever.

after the rain talk [spencer silby]

After rain talk
the street is dry

In the act you smile
as obvious as dominance
crushing backbone
tracing jawline vertigo

So help me dear
I don't know why

(the view is rough
on standards lost
to mass appeal)

I thought I did but
power failed and
specialists left town
with nothing special

On the way back
I told a story
and caught you
staring into space

Absent where you
shouldn't be
Tired when it only
gets symbolic and
produces more of the same

I can't verbalize
what you don't allow
I can't answer what you
suffered long ago

I was thinking
you look good
in a raincoat made of
fabric that's invisible

I was thinking
the weather is bad
with no meaning equal to
a cloud we can't
escape from

I was thinking
words are falling and
we're lucky to survive