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Crime scene




we both were there

we were witnesses

we might be called

to testify and

under oath

we will have

to create

a composite

and then

they will

make

a wanted

poster

based

on our

description

but that

won’t bring back

our love

which was

stolen

by a

thief in the

night









  People and things



it is easier to love

a house, a car, a book,

a movie or a sunset

than it is to love

a person

people

are made up

of so many

variables

and tender

inconsistencies

I can more easily

list my top ten

movies of all time

than I can

list my

top ten

most

important

friends

contemporary

humans

change their

addresses

like they

change

their clothing

or their minds

it is so much

easier

to admire

architecture

from afar

than to

touch the

texture

of

closeness

soft skin

often makes

promises

that are

on  the surface

far too deep 











          















Know the score




I have

been

instant

replaying

the I said

we said

details

and

also

watching

in slow

motion

the tickle

tackle

touch down

that was

our

one night

together

and

though

my inner

coach

has

told

me to

play

the field

I still

feel

it's too

soon

since

our

Super-bowl

to go

back

to

games











     













Daredevil



you already knew

before

you got on

her ride

that there would

be some

ups and

some downs

you already

knew that

she was

famous

for her

triple

loop

you are

a cheap

thrill seeker

and you

were

looking

to get

your kicks

and a

rush

and

when

it all

slowed down

you didn’t

want to

get off

and you

were holding

up the works

like a spoiled

brat who

doesn't

know

how to

read the

signs

saying:

exit this way













         









Yes and no



Yes

I only want you

for your

body

and

yes 

this is

only for

the night

and

no

it probably

won’t

mean

anything to me

and

no

I am not

the right

one for you

but

yes

I still

think

it’s good

you just

took off

your

soft cotton

blouse 

and no

I don’t

think we

need

any music on

Marvin Gay

and Mozart

never composed

anything

that could

match

the sound

of 

breathy 

yes 

said

in the darkness



















          









That's all folks



so that was it

that

ripped

pocket of time

those petty

arguments

these useless

gifts

thoughtless

thoughts

and a few

private

details

never to be

disclosed

in mixed

company

but to be

savored alone

like a

kiss’s

aftertaste