The flowers are turning brown;
Not that you noticed.
You’re not noticing much these days
And its making me wonder
If it’s not so much that you aren’t aware,
As that you don’t a give shit.
I bought you a car,
You barely flinched.
I told you about that new flavor of ice cream,
I offered you a free acupuncture treatment,
To treat that thing that happens
When you wake up Continue reading Scrutiny
I liked it, but it no longer fits in the play I’m writing.
Can you excuse us for a second?
I would like to have a word with Lisa.
You’re joking. You have to be joking. I’m your girlfriend, and you’re telling me to leave.
You don’t have to leave the house.
Thank you, Lisa. But I think I would prefer to just have a conversation with my boyfriend.
There’s no need to adopt a tone. Continue reading Kill
Too old to weep upon the painted road,
Your limbs, a sagging fighter, on the ropes;
Barely escorted in your small abode
And crumbled down: your pain and heart elope.
The sun was hot and verdant be the grass; Continue reading Too old to weep…
The only storm I will endure is you,
Now throw my clothing out onto the streets;
Neighbors do often look the other way,
Their kindness warms my heart; You make it leak.
For comfort I should seek my Continue reading The only storm