.: P o e m s :.

� It�s been
too many nights
of being with


to now be suddenly
without � - Too Many Nights



� I find it strange that we search
our whole lives for love
as through it were the
final treasure
the solemn purpose of people
in movies and magazines.
Yet when it comes your door
one morning with calk eyes to deliver itself
you realize it alone it not enough.

You are before me, sweet man,
and I am thinking
Aren�t I supposed to give up
everything?
Aren�t I supposed to be brave
and abandon
each dream and aspiration
and yield utterly to this
elusive beast love,
to your soft belly and companionship?

Aren�t we supposed to
have a piece of land -- and children! --
that look like you, and cook
soup and bread and sing
each other songs before sleep
and absentmindedly count the stars
from out front porch as we pray
for each other�s keep
and pretend
forever is a word known not only by the heart? � - Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio



� Every time her hands began to stutter he became enraged. She threw these fits sometimes, and he never took the time to understand what they meant. Her words were wasted on him. Her hands useless birds caged by their quietness, and he would immobilize them, tying her wrists together so they�d jump like awkward fish, gasping at the shock of air. Un - heard they�d dance like that for hours, her eyes full of silent desperation, on the other side of the closet door. He never even know what they were saying.

I want to fly from here! I want to fly from
here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly
from here! I want to fly from here! I want to
fly from here! �
- Father of a Deaf Girl




� All the words I wish your fingers could feel

all the times I�ve wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat

like cold
and broken teeth

I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache

I wish you could speak to my fear

I wish you could hold me
in your arms like oceans
and soothe what my muscles remember
all the bruises, all the sour hope
all the screams and scraped knees

the cloudy days so dark
I wondered if my eyes
were even open

The days that I felt
like August, and that I, too
would soon turn
to Fall � - All the Words



� I�m leaving

You�re done

Cut the cord

I will bear my heart

Make sure it�s sharp

Make it quick

Flash your will against me
relieve this red smear
Smother the beating
dull the pulse
Show mercy
Spare it from your side
and I will rip
what was yours, what was living in me,
and return it to you.

Do it while our hearts
are still intact
before they become riddled with bitterness
choked by the stinking seeds
of resentment. � � Mercy



� Together we have sensed distance
stretch its defeating spine
between our hearts, and felt the
haunted gales of vacancy fill
the hollows of our eyes with wandering.

There is no thief to blame who has
stolen the warmth from
our kisses; departure has been gradual,
by degrees.
Because I love you

I will not send you into the night
with teeth marks and pride I have
stripped you of. I will draw
a compass on your belly, and you
will tell my heart that it�s okay
before we turn each other loose beneath
the endless sky. Let us be still.
Tell the arms not to worry so.
Disarm the tongue if its dagger
and listen.

Such cold beauty exists here
Do you see it? Like the landscape,
frozen, waiting to be born. � � Compass



� I guess what I
wanted was
to hear

you�d stay with me always.

I guess what I
wanted was
to see

those hands vowing
never to leave my own.

I guess what
I wanted was
to know

I am not loving in vain. � - I Guess What I Wanted Was



� you don�t call
I check again
I become uneasy --
is this a frame?

Suddenly I�m not so sure
I check my sources
each conversation becomes a crumb
how easily I�m led
how stupid I�ve been
to believe
you could be
loving me
you who can not be seduced
by anything other than
the temperance
of need
each one facilitating the next

and suddenly I see my place
the phone rings
you say hello
but I don�t believe you � � Insecurity



� I�m writing
this letter to tell you

I don�t love you anymore.

I don�t miss you.

I never have.

The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than arduous,

your niceties clich�d,

your praise thoughtless,

and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you love me with
all the originality
or romance novels;

the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.

But do not be sad,
nothing is lost,
neither of us even loved
the other truly--
your only thought you did
and I only wanted you to. � - I�m Writing to Tell You





.: Q u o t e s :.


� I leave not only you
but also a part of me
that fears my own song�s truth � - Long Has A Clock


� In my room, my guitar
is calling to me.
I will go to it soon
and write songs
for love lost
and for love yet to come... � - Christmas in Hawaii


� Can you imagine
how silent
a plane crash would be
if you were deaf?

How unbearably loud a rape? � � Shush


� Having mutilated
and freed myself
from the very wings
which for so long
held me aloft
I have cast my heart
like a purpled fruit
toward the voilent earth,
far from the Heaven
of your arms � � Freedom


� I am in love
with a man
who is gone now
hunting
for vision � - Full Moon


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