elegy

You would love Fall;
It’s just the kind of weather you always waited for.
When the seasons changed and you
blasted Christmas music months too early:

stairs

the Babel we climb

the grandeur we seek

the love we find and lose

an earworm
haunts the mind:

the itch to know
that which cannot be known

for but a moment I can drown in your eyes, soaking in a gaze that speaks depth, understanding

/härt ˈrē(ə)l əsˌtāt/
Continue reading “heart real estate”

Last night at the bar
A stranger asked me if I liked white wine

White billows afore cerulean blue
The smell of Charlie, like a pheromonic catalyst,
Whispers prospects of love. Continue reading “summertime”