I was a quick wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my long baby hair Stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere Have I found you? Flightless bird, jealous, weeping Or lost [...]

Louise only got from me innocent poetry Although she played to not listen But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else Ever could offer the same Some say she knowingly tasts like a recipe Although so foolish and willing I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to [...]

there is light in my lady’s house and there’s none but some falling rain this like a spoken word she is more than her thousand names no hands are half as gentle or firm as they like to be thank God you see me the way you do strange as you are to me it [...]

Tonight, we’re the sea and the salty breeze the milk from your breast is on my lips and lovelier words from your mouth to me when salty my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoon My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we’re the sea and the rhythm there the [...]

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned and I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay and true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this [...]

Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That’s one memory I can easily conjure Weary memory I can always see Found your rosary broken into pieces Every night by the bed you’d kiss the beads Those are moments that I can always relive Weary memories [...]