Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Mask

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;    
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

Friday, December 13, 2013

Confession

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"
Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.