for love’s rewards we stick our necks out
vulnerability a’pulse, blissful anticipation —
and love kisses our risk and nuzzles our napes
but after a time — short or long or in between —
we lose our heads to his swift sharp guillotine
our foolish blind hearts beat on nonetheless
and carry a torch right up to the inquest
Scrap Papers
History & destiny
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.
Brotherlove
There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother.
O! ¿queso what?
What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.
Sepulturæ
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
Juggernautical chaos
do not even need
to write poem about life
title says it all
Everyone, everywhere
Hate less, live longer.
Forgotten
Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets