Poem: A Café in the Middle of Nowhere

There’s a little café somewhere
Between Charleston and Savannah
Where a girl in a white hat sits
In her Sunday best across from me
Watching me stare into the black

Poem: Dramatic Recollection

Do you see these paper scraps
These letters are all I have left
To remember my hearts beats
Written by Lena in years past
When we were both young
Filled with the vigor of youth

Poem: Keeper of Lost Things

I have a passion for lost things
Gathering up scraps of the past
Torn up love letters tear stained
With ink running in black streaks
Stitched together like a corpse

Poem: Ghost of a Girl

I wondered what happened to you
As I thought about traveling west
To find you there and then stopped
If you wanted me you could find me
Instead I traveled to New Orleans
Where I thought I saw you there

Poem: On Stationary with No Address

You promised you’d write me
When you reached California
The first letters were filled
With joy of exploration of new
Places the sights and sounds
Of the west coast sunshine

Poem: Touch

Here it flutters
Then withdrawn
Not noticing
The absence
Until gone

Poem: If Hurt Was

If hurt was a person it’d be you
Of all the broken bones
Fallen scraped knees
Wounds and scars I’ve earned
As parts of adventures or lessons
They’ve all healed eventually
Not you though
You are the hurt that persists

Poem: Shackles

The shackles of sanity
Wrap around his mind
With the scent of haldol
And risperdol coursing
Through neurons quieting
The fires that burn within

Poem: She Sings

She sings when things are good
She cries when they are bad
Her mood reflects her world
That she wears upon her sleeve
To let the rest of the world know
How to revolve around her

Poem: Undefined

The sound of the evening
Of a beach with her standing there
Moon behind her hanging
Like a halo around her hair
Done like she always did it
In that favorite shirt of mine
Holding her in all the right places