screw the damned people 
dressed in
monochromatic clothing trudging
around
labeling 
you and
I


never surrender to
the sheep 
the 
muttonheads which promise to
watch over
you
and constantly monitor
your every action


your mind
your soul
your spirit
you'll never be the same

a million thoughts

suddenly
you see yourself
while you listen to the
dogs and cats
and
muffled voices
of neighbors

the mirror
has been there
all night

you stare at it
for hours
and
picture
when you were
young

once a ladies man
and now
only memories

lots
of
them

shake the hand

the nicest man in the world
is the man that will
not
look around to see who else is around
looking at him

the nicest man in the world
is the man who wakes up on the
wrong side of the bed
but
will not criticize you

the nicest man in the world
is the man who doesn't question why
he's here in the world
but
embrace it like he's going to die tomorrow

the nicest man in the world
does not work
for money

the nicest man in the world
is in a different world than
you

the nicest man in the world
does not live in Manhatten, LA, or London
but in an alley that gives him shelter

the nicest man in the world
eats well every day in
restaurants
we
would
never
call
posh

Daydreams

Wasn't that a dream? or was it
something
substantial enough
to hang on to
and grasp that
perhaps the one that
awaits
not only desires but
extremely
needs
you

your sarcasm
your call at midnight
your lack of need
your teen spirit
your unknowable knowledge
your hand at the moment

your
solution to it all.

crossing the line mentally

waiting patiently
already decided that maybe
this one
could be one worth fighting
for

the desire
the want
the scent
the fascination
the intensity
the sound of a piano suddenly
losing its tune
and now
karma needs to be settled

my backs on the rope
ready to dodge another
blow
frustrated but willing to
go forward

sweat dripping down
into my eyes
clogging my vision
but I can see she is
feeling the same
way

the foolish
gefecht
is
over

another bird falling

if there were a time and a place
for everything
when would be a good time
to say goodbye
to the one you love
and where would be a good place to do it?

this is something to contemplate
too many times and for too many women
the stress
the dubious feeling inside as another
one
holds me and says once again
I love you, you are so handsome.

great, another one.
hopefully this one will get the hint
sooner than the last one
and return to a better bloke
at least
better than me

if she only knew that this
is the the roller coaster of heartbreak
and her ride is just
beginning

what's left after

rapidly breathing
what are you doing?

rapidly dancing
what are you listening to?

rapidly walking
where are you going?

rapidly working
what do you want?

rapidly drinking
what do you want to avoid?

we are all selfish
aren't
we?