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yr so pretty there

yr so pretty there
I’m not much more
than a beer and a few words
to wake beside
yr look so pretty
there

sits by myself

sits by myself
I can perish
if I want to

body’s like
a flower
sitting
in a chair

this
isolation
to

emphasize

my beauty

I don’t wear condoms to bed, hon

I don’t wear condoms to bed, hon
what do you wear?

once wanted to fuck Emily Dickinson

once wanted to fuck Emily Dickinson
now want to fuck Mary Oliver

I write graffiti on the walls that are invisible

I write graffiti
on the walls
that are
invisible
tattoos
on a
harmed soul
discardment
of parental
nurturing
I’ve not
stopped
aching
for love

with limited beer

with
limited beer
I’ve put the wine
I’d bought to make
Bolognese with
in the fridge

‘that’s a nice breast, hon

‘that’s a nice breast, hon
what does the other look like?’

sometimes when the moon is out
I hold my hand out to it

I only do that at night
when nobody can see

I guess that’s like making love

when she left

when she left
I got a carton of beer

I always reach for Springsteen

I always reach
for Springsteen
I like that Gospel

look at some porn

look at some porn
get a hard-on

so I get a chook feather

so I get a chook feather
and break a blue pen
and dip the quill in
now I’m just like
Shakespeare

grey

I can barely
speak
to people
now

the conductor
of grey
stillness

they see
the wilderness
in me

faith is
apathy

hope
survival

close the
doors
of the
maze

overdose

on solitude

people stay away from them

people
stay away
from them

go to
a room
with music

drink beer

be free
of them

who could not
love me

who could not
offer no harm

beyond these
walls it is
nothing

fall among
my poetry
to morning

surrender

blue

you took my pants down
I took your pants down
when we woke the sky was blue