Sometimes I write
just to write
like a lover who fucks you
and forgets who you are.

A lover - if I dare
to call myself a lover
(I've got the flesh,
the sweat,
the cock,
the cum,
but not the passion, right?) -
can forget who you are.

But a poet - if I dare
to call myself a poet
(I've got the line breaks,
the economy of words,
the music,
the muse,
but not the rhyme, right?) -
cannot forget who you are.

Can he?

my mother
my mother
my mother
my mother said
you never really know anyone

but i know you
i used to be inside you
sucking your guts through my guts
i used to be outside you
sucking your tits through my mouth
i used to be miles from you
sucking your thoughts through my ears
i used to be next to you
sucking your body's heat with my body
but i know you

my mother
my mother
my mother
my mother said
you never really know anyone

It's hard enough
to walk in the dark
with your head turned back around.
Though I guess
if you try hard enough
you can make your way by sound.

We waste away
a little each day.
Soon, we'll be Nothing
again.

(from a work-in-progress)

The stars are dead
in a world that never lasts.
Surely you've better things to do
than live in the past.

It's so hard
not to tell you
how much I love you
every time we talk.

So when I'm alone,
I just whisper it
and hope you hear it
someday.

You make me say things
that are so embarrassing,
but if you'll continue to allow me
the privilege of knowing you,
then so shall it be,
so shall it be.