Last night the North Star led me astray
And I found myself; lost in the Milky Way
Affairs of the Heart
It Goes
Yesterday it came in threes
Today he has no prose
Tomorrow could be poetry
I guess that’s how it goes
Brunette
Moonrise
Moonset
Dirty blonde
Brunette
Altitude
Twenty thousand feet above
His life and how it seems
Somewhere between the moon and clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Quantum Entanglement
But he is my Sun at night
Always, he exists
And his lefts, they turn me right
How do I resist?
But I am his Moon at dawn
Always sending waves
And I counter his clockwise
How will he behave?
But we’re in eternal Lent
Nourished as we fast
Which gods divined this sacrament?
And how long will it last?
Blue Skies
No thrills, no chills
No iron wills
No highs, no lows
No come-to-blows
No start, no end
No becket bend
No jeers, no tears
No stagnant fears
Just me and you,
Whatever comes to
Just you and I,
And big blue skies
Listless
Whether or not
There’s this thing called fate
Not knowing you is
My unnatural state
Q.R.V.
When forever amends and promises bend
Principium et finis
We can take what’s been severed and put new parts together
With epoxy Q.R.V.
Latitude
We’ve travelled far enough away
That every step we tread
Is farther from and closer to
The other’s sorry stead
Someday
Someday you will be married
Someday you’ll end for good
Someday she’ll take off on a flight
Someday you’ll wish you could
Someday you will be filled up
Someday you will be stripped
Someday you’ll take charge of your life
Someday your coin will flip
Someday you’ll write a song for her
Someday you will be blocked
Someday’s the endless tide of time
Someday is on the clock
Someday you wish you spoke up—but
Someday you’ll bite your tongue
Someday it wasn’t she or I
Someday you are the one
malarky musings 