THE POETRY OF THINGS

Wasn't It Good?

2008-06-25T06:04:00.000-07:00

Love has been good to me:
the words you pasted inside
proved prophetic, for you.

You gave me this years ago:
one of your little gifts.
We were moving on back then.

I smile at how happy you are now.
Things have worked for you beautifully.

(I still wait for it to be good to me)

Glow in the Dark

2008-04-16T00:08:00.000-07:00

The only gift you ever gave me was

your pink glow-in-the-dark bracelet
that shone brightly on that cold
December night of music.

It was a token of our secret -
a secret that was not meant to be.
I kept it linked with mine, hidden in a box,
hidden from the world.

And it lost its glow and warmth with each passing day
Until what remains are two linked plastic rings -
dull, cold, and unfeeling.

Chuck Taylors

2008-04-09T01:12:00.000-07:00

For having played witness

to that night of near-death madness,
you will always remind me: never again.

In your ruin beyond repair,
your lesson still echoes clear:
"LOVE, of course -
BUT NEVER TOO MUCH."

Ode to a Muse

2008-04-08T08:19:00.000-07:00

I used to think that the sea is an enormous monster waiting to engulf me.

But as I study your photograph:
the cascading waves of your hair,
your sunkissed skin,
and your beauty so immense,
I realize that I want to stay adrift -
lost in the vast ocean of your eyes.

Secret Lovers

2008-04-07T08:30:00.000-07:00

Lovers get rings and get married;
We're secret lovers.
We get necklaces instead.
We live apart and have separate romances.

Then we talk about it:

broken hearts, and second chances.

Paperworks, Coffee, Cigarettes, and Pizza

2008-04-07T07:22:00.000-07:00

Coffee, packs of Marlboro reds, and convenience store pizza by our side...

I suppress all the bliss I feel, wishing that I could hold on to this fleeting happiness a bit longer.

And it was just a lazy afternoon of cramming paperworks for you.