Or Whatever

It's not just like I'm
Sitting here or anything,
Just waiting for you.

Will it be

Quiet days with books
And tea or awkward silence?
All that we can dream?

Between

A moment of quiet;
A tree stripped of its bark; the
Fall; a cigarette.

Here's to Two Months From Now

We sit and we smile--
Coffee in hand, games and books--
So close to always.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow...

Fonder? No. Harder
in some places and rot soft
others. But it grows.

This Porch is Empty Without You

Two coffee cups here,
where we shared jokes, smokes, and
held off the sharp chill.

Someday

Someday this will be
everyday and we'll bask in
mornings together.

A Perfect Day

Thunder outside and
him in my arms, under the soft
covers; gentleness; warmth

Presence > Absence

A deep inhale of
musk and detergent and some
thing like what is right.

She's Here!

the tip tapping of
keys as her fingers fly sounds
better than speakers.

til Tuesday

Knowing that when I
sing songs from now on I'll be
singing them with her.

New Found...

Glory; Hope; Sense of Peace;
Understanding of What Love
Is; What it Can Be.

Still Unemployed

Hand cramps from writing
addresses. I'm not cut out
for an office job.

Super Secret Project

Secrets, secrets are
no fun; secrets, secrets... make
me think, "waterboard...?".

Al Green to rise and
Al Green to bed, makes a man
healthy and happy.

Countdown

Three more sleeps and I'll
be lying there beside him,
bodies close, hearts closer.

No Offense, Beth, But...

I feel like your trip
is just a dry run for the
one my baby takes.

Separate is Not Equal

We are here but not
here; two dimensions; ourselves
but not all our selves.

Watching Her, I Almost Find Religion

The clacking of keys,
the mundane scratch at her face,
this is my "holy."

An End to Perfection on the First Go

Anne Lamott says that
shitty first drafts are key; this
applies to life too.

It's a Last Crusade Reference, Get It?

The heater came on
and now my eyes feel like they
have chosen poorly.

The Artist Formerly Known As

Odd how discussions
about Prince--man or symbol--
lead to better days.

Frustration Because

One week, seven days,

one hundred sixty eight hours.

I got this. Maybe.

I Can Write Letters, Too

Robert Downey, Jr.:
Please forgive my outburst, but
I will fight you. Hard.

Commet dites-vous "Fuck French"?

I remember when
I was a good student; seems
THAT was just a phase.

Seven Days to Nashville

In a few sleeps I'll
put on my blue suede shoes but
won't go to Memphis.

Party Time

I'll hug a hundred
people, smile, laugh, but miss one
more than all of these.

Fall

Cool to cold breeze on

my face, neck; I long for his

emanating warmth.

Alice Lopez

Can't think of one who

more deserves a birthday that's 

happy (with a wink).

Migraine Time

The headache rolls in
like thunder or a slow ice
sheet in the artic.

Late Gift

I'm not going to
get this thing engraved but I
will think it's Christmas.

So Close And Yet So Far

A billion people
in line at Chipotle means
bliss postponed... For now.

Eleven Days

Frustration sets in
for a long winter like
a bear with new cubs.

Shirley Manson had it Right

The constant question
of if I should completely
overreact. Ugh.

But I've Been to Oklahoma

I've never been to

plenty of places from where 

I like the music.

Pendulum

Back and forth between 

fear and desire. It wears

on and nauseates. 

How Many Puns Have Made Me Laugh? One Pun in Ten Did OR Plenty of Difficult Clues Remaining, I Suppose

The rest of my life
is an unfinished crossword,
with no pun clues left.

Dreams and Aspirations

I want to be a
funny writer but I'm not.
The jokes are too hard.

Migraine

When the little man
with an ice pick decides it
is time to fight back.

Missing An Old Friend

Radical thoughts that
craving doesn't mean a need.
Can't do this alone.

Amy Darby

I wonder if it
hurts or fatigues her when she's
too clever by far?

Comfort, Part Deux

Even when I am sick,
sleeping, a warm glow over
my shoulder. My heart.

Official

We cry and he says
"soon?" I say yes, but I mean
 please yes. Please now. Please.

The Miracle of Modern Technology

She didn't call me
as she drove home. Instead we
sang to each other.

3 Days to Full Moon

She sits--glorious--
hidden behind clouds, halo
almost palpable.

Stone's Green Ginger Wine

empty note cards and
a full glass create lips loose
enough to sing ships.

Sex, Lies, and Videotape

as if it wasn't
awkward enough, a late talk
reveals the limits.

Narcissism or Something Better or Worse

Wherein I get to
be the heroine of each
and every love song.

The Hunt

The Universe keeps

lining them up. I hope she's

got at least one more.

This Place is Pretty Busy for a Wednesday/It's Saturday

Two whole Saturdays
I lost to my mind playing
tricks with joblessness.

The Student Writing Revolution

If we care about

them, meet them where they're at, then

maybe they can learn.

Bad Call

If journalists had

as much time for hunger as

for football, we'd eat.

Get Higher

Finding some old songs
that take on new meanings when
listened to with love.

Relief

The truth will set you
free, they said; Why couldn't I
believe before now?

Direct Gaze

Staring right at me,
eyes and hearts and souls connect
through all space and time.

'Merca

Lupe Fiasco
schooling Bill O'Reilly on
his own show. Ter'ism.

Writer's Block

I've got nothing on

haiku tonight, no witty 

turn of phrase or line.

The Weather's Good Enough for It

Sitting on the porch,
in spite of open windows,
to hear crickets chirp.

Writing Day

Looking up across
the table to see her both
there and, yet, not there.

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery?

Haiku The Raven?
Not without fucking up the
entire rhyme scheme :( 

Lurve

Because there's nothing
like boy bands and fan fic to
break up the mundane.

Left to Our Own Devices

The dog, like myself,
does not know her limits and
would swim to her death.

Playlist for a Night Drive

Why are all the good
songs about love and blood or
blind, murderous hearts?

VHS Collection

Knew we'd be fast friends

when Footloose and Bueller were

sharing the same space.

This One Was Really Difficult

"That's what 'daily' means!"
he thought,while counting beats in
"inebriated."

At the Very Least

It’s about learning
and loving, taking from the 
other what you need.

Construction Worker at 4:04 PM

He slept with his head
on a pipe as the shovels
scraped their songs nearby.

Chicago Politic

On Saturday, I

was in the park; thinking 'bout

the fourth of July.

A Long Day's Thinking Into Night

Questions -- hard questions. 
If I don’t ask, will all still
be well? Better than?

Haiku Review

Shakespeare in the park:

inspired performances,

lackluster music.

A long day spent right,
with all the right company.
Well, just almost all.

Comfort

Sometimes all you need
Is to clutch a pillow; to
hold it tight -- like him.

Perfecting Loneliness

cataloging the

cracks in the ceiling and walls,

head splitting music.

750 Words

Writing comes --clip-clop
of fingers on keys like horse
hooves; stories unfold.

Further proof that you
can live in the moment once
the moment has passed.

Conflicted

Oh for fuck's sake now!
Can't a girl want some lace and
a bit of tulle, too?

Greenhouse cocktails to

remind me of temperate 

climates and friendship.

Progress

Odd, ambulating
creatures. One foot up, then down.
Up, then down. Forward.

With Hopes to Collide

Faster, faster still.
We move so quickly without
any sense of fear. 

the warm afterglow
has become quite literal,
lcd, hd.

Not a Euphemism

late night lightsaber 

swinging, as it turns out, isn't

really my forte.

The View from Down Here

I watch the planes rise
out of IAH, their paths
destined for somewhere.

Thank God for Technology

A million little
pixels -- their colors and shades
in pattern; His face.

beautiful weather,
new town, new life, and yet still:
porch, coffee, with her.