Friday Morning CNN

I am momentary

I flip on CNN too focus

on anything but what my morning brings

what my night will entail

Its all oil spills

and economy and I am

so

selfish that I still

relate it all to me

to

my life

as now every phone call

text message

kiss good bye

kiss hello

longing

hoping

wanting

is my breaking news

I have no one to assist

in damage control

I never devised a

emergency clean up

plan

for the first time in my life

I am completely

awed

Economists tell me I should

have

got out early

But I'll go broke

before I walk away

words can't express

you don't come back from days like these

moments like these

a love like this

you'll never be more beautiful

then you are in my eyes

more perfect

more amazing

poetry doesn't work

for you dear

it seems every part

of

you writes

itself

and you have me

I'm not going anywhere

Too Late

I love

women

whiskey

and coke

I should have been born in

a different era

I'd have a street named after me

in Vegas

That's it

I look for your work

everywhere

like I need fix

and I'm on hands and knees

rummaging through

these burning streets

I don't know what happened

or when your choice was made

but I'm glad you made

it

I'm a fad dear

I'm just a boy from university

you never got to fuck

Glossolalia

Christians believe in a Divine language

a language spoke by the soul

As if its the souls only way to cry out

This is you love

this is me

crying out for you

my skin demanding

the closest

proximity to yours

my hands washed

and new

yet

this mouth has nothing to offer

that you haven't heard a million times

before

Even now

as I desperately search for words

I realize there's nothing left to say

No more that I could do

Mythology says Zeus

split

Perfect humans in half

for fear of their power

We were meant to collide with

one another

thanks for waiting