Sunday, February 17, 2013

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Alter Ego

The other one of me,
The one that lives with
the girl next door,
and her imperfections;
Seems happier.


The other one of her,
The one who lives with
me. Makes my bed and
me love her perfection;
Seems happier.


The two of us,
Seem happier,
with the other one.
One that never was
and never will be. 



Sunday, February 10, 2013

Dust


The 18th century mahogany shoe rack,
 finally spilled. Ivory worms savoring on
hollow bones and crimson innards,  
reduced to Dust on fine Italian leather.
A rabbit thump and good as new.
An aging loafer leaves rotten remains,
a lingering musty smell, gathers Dust.
He never thumps, He limps, spreads it far
On grass, wet and never trampled before.