Something Addictive

The salt of your sweat,

The scent of your beard

mingled with your sheets.

A slight hint of nicotine

or, something addictive

that I have no name for

in every fiber of you.

To an Attractive Man Walking Near a Local College

You should be an art major

studying self portraiture

I think that your medium

should be painting or drawing.

Show them not your face,

but the deeper truth of

your attractiveness.

Maybe we could all

learn something by

looking at you.

Sundials on Starships

sundials on starships
gotta keep up with the times
no place like today
even if you don't know
when that is

I'm just dreaming
of different stars

sundials on starships
have you ever seen those things
we came from
sniffing comet dust
just to get high

I'm just dreaming
of different stars

sundials on starships
why do you care what time it is?
past midnight still awake...

Why?

One Hundred Years of Light

there is something dark in time
the very lack of rhyme
only thoughts, the stuff of mind

but you, one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light

no hearts to destroy the paid cost
let no one render loss
where lines of emotion have crossed

but you, one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light

and like the pain of night the sooth
of dawn comes and renders light

and you, one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light
one hundred years of light

So Rare a Name

so rare a name
to put upon a shelf
and keep until darkness
and the dust
has fallen around me

tear it down
the letters they don't
mean anything else

and how could I
give up this thing now
that kept me in comfort
when betrayed
by my own mind
(and him)

There Are No Songs About Feeling Like This

The worst part is

I know you're still here somewhere.

Cannot in good faith divest myself

of your ghost, your scent on my borrowed shirts.

I still want that somehow.

I guess it's true that man is the only animal

that wants the very things that hurt him.

I've won, but only a bitter victory.

No wonder there are no songs

about feeling like this.

I do not love "because."

I do not love "because."

I only love them that they are.

How could I choose the twinkle

in her eye, the chime of his laugh?

I cannot love only pieces.

Not even the whole, but its existence.

This is enough, Oh, Maker!

That existence is, is enough to love.

In the Giving of Submission

Does softness,

that giving quality,

become men?

Boys who strike poses

and boys who like roses

amongst the coded coldness

have been called all wrong.

Simplicity in believing

I am looking for and seeing

an end to this binary being.

More then ones and zeros

soft tones and the fears of

do you see what I am feeling?

Well kept amongst these colors

folded scarves, love of mothers

do you think that we could have

a new society with some sad

self deprecated beings allowed

to love without all this fighting?

What qualities in the dark

are men allowed to have in their heart?

Some softness receiving, giving

love through sighs of submission.

without shame or heartbreak keeping

separate lives and friends

lies to wives and selves

where will this end?