Golden Boy

Some people gleam

You cannot read their faces

But vacant beauty has its moments

I cannot remember your eyes now

But you shed glitter on my skin

And we were gold.

Time, They Say, Is Curved, and So Is Space

A woman is an hourglass

Sometimes, world, you ask too much

I must at moments turn my back on you

World

Remember, time, they say, is warped
And space is curved
Beyond geometry or ruthless
Measurements of man.
The wisdom of the world is in its curves
Because they are not closed, contained, or sealed
Let the pillow be “X” and the foot “Y”
And when you bend to me
The point at which our bellies meet
Is the intersection of the graph
Not to do this would be highly out of place
For time, they say, is curved, and so is space.

Happy New Year, Babycakes

Ah, Ah, domestic life

Give me a little mood lighting

Some bubbles in a glass

Give me my love

Who knows everything about me

Who knows nothing about me

New Years tumble by fast

Quick, take off your fake face

Show your true self to the one who

sits beside you

Drink a glass full of surprises.

Not All Angels Are Made of Stone

Sometimes goodbye is a deliriously good word

Not goodbye to our beloved

Not goodbye to our dreams

Not goodbye to pure things

But yes goodbye

Yes goodbye to bad years

Yes goodbye

Let all stone angels breathe with life

And wrap their arms around me.