07-13 When Will You?

I am blushing,
uncomfortable,
as the summer breeze,
tickling my arms,
in
the opening,
pink,
of a rose petal,
unfurling,
a soft,
kiss,
of a memory,
I want to have.

oh when,
will you?

07-12 Kitchen PDA

I almost burnt
my last two eggs
(eyebrow raised)
trying to fathom
why both of you felt
a sentence should
end with a
 -lick.

07-11 Promises To Keep

If I need to scream,
a J-miraz-slapped down syllable,
into your ear,
I won't,
I have promises to keep,
but I will whisper,
to myself,
not gonna give up,
every time you are near,
so,
you can take all the tea in china,
and throw it on that teasing morrison smirk of your face,
because I already cursed myself,
with love, love, love, love,
crazy,
years ago,
and that was before,
I decided to cross the wide Missouri,
in search of someone like you,
before,
I stopped over,
to watch the northern woods fills up with snow,
near a river I could skate away on,
before,
I shoved that whiny bitch, Eponine, off stage,
to scream a bloody rage of roses into the mic,
so,
just a warning,
my heart beats likes a bubble gum pop stereo on cocaine,

but all you will hear,
when I walk the miles to go before I sleep,

is the piano,
playing,
softly,
gently,
into the night-

there ought to be clowns.

07-10 Constipated Rythms

If I try to write this first line,
any more times,
I might throw the phone,
Out the car window.

Oh wait.

... maybe you heard me shout,

damn you for being right.

07-09 Snow Falling Soft (reprise)

Like snow falling soft,
on your breath,
you are leaving...

Like snow falling soft,
on your breath,
you are leaving...

I heard you cry out in the night,
A thousand stars lit up your sky,
I heard you cry out, I closed my eyes,
When a thousand stars in your heart took flight.

Like snow falling soft,
on my breath,
you were leaving...

Like snow falling soft,
on my breath, 
you were.

A thousand stars in my heart took flight.

7-8 For Josh- Ten Years Too Late

I wrote this letter to you years ago,

when you were a new beautiful to me,

in a letter,

that I found,

that told you how beautiful you are to me.

I didn't realize that it was you,

I was writing too,

all those years ago,

Or,

I would have given it to you, maybe,

I was/ am shy

Yet…

In my hands are words

that tell me I am falling in love with,

someone,

who doesn't exist anymore,

someone,

who has already moved on,

to love someone,

 who didn't write this letter,

how could he?

Who was I then?

Who was I then to you?

Yet…

today, when you sang,

I heard his voice,

and,

and,

and I wanted to tell him, I can,

hear his voice with a poem in a letter,

that he is loved, 

ten years too late to hold him,

ten years too late to remind him,

how beautiful he is,

with a kiss,

ten years too late to tell him,

that I am falling for him,

and,

I don’t understand how,

don’t mistake me,

please don’t mis-understand,

you, today, are amazing-funny-cute-adorable,

but,

this letter isn't to you,

it’s for him,

the guy with the voice,

the one I heard today,

ten years too late,

and

can you let him know,

I am sorry I didn't send him this letter,

and can you let him know,

that he is still,

forever always,

beautiful,

to me. 

07-7 I Can't

I can't.

place a white rose on the porch of your worksite,
because it's not your porch.

What would an old man do in a chair with a rose,
that has not already been written in a poem before?

write you a song to ease the worry of my night
because my roommate has asked for silence.

How could she listen to a song written in the shape of a heart
that doesn't fit between her ears?

send you a text to shout out in the dark,
because lately you haven't been shouting back.

What would you write besides goodnight,
that wasn't already said in well-rehearsed prose in my head?

call you to ask and to wonder,
because it's 1:35 a.m. in the morning,
and I am worried you'll answer,
What would I say then to you, but,

I can't