The Secret
Intimate He said to me “is just something you cannot be.” But oh, that’s wrong In fact, it’s he That does not know Intimacy For I’m honest with My own
Mother’s Day
It’s Mother’s Day Yes, I’ve noticed. I haven’t called Yes, you’ve noticed. No excuse You won’t care. No details too I’m just not there. Go call me shitty For my
Irony
Is it the last day in this life? With all this ruthlessness and strife The death of what is still a mystery And fear of it that’s killing me It’s
The Boy
The lone boy waits on Mom to wake Unknowing that it’s all at stake Loyal to her without demand Lead into fire he’d hold her hand Her one true love