#203. Rommy (for pete

March 16, 2010

Rommy

wasn’t
built in a day.
Give up the secret
in black hair.

Sky and a good friend
drives ya
down
past
red
lips
tick.

Bones to pick clean.

#154. I see you

January 26, 2010

I see you
with a long long scarf
floating in the breeze of my dreams
waking or sleeping
it’s hard to tell these days.

You are out
there and that for some reason
of love gives me wild strength
and hope and joy.

Fuck Depression!

I love you
and that cannot be
depressing
requited or not.

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