Sunday, November 19, 2006


drive-by scrawl


My dad would love you.
Hammer and nail
Saw tooth wit,
And a sense
Of what’s true and square
Ever missing
From my abstractionist dreams.
I don’t know
Why my thoughts always drift
To you
When the hunt
Has left me prize-less and tired.
As I fly to my bed
Down the old river road
Too comfortable
With this familiar double vision
I still trouble myself
With the history
Of a love life
Fraught with exponential what-ifs.
I know it is folly.
I am
If nothing else
A learned and loquacious fool,
But you have slid into my dreams
Inhabited my life
Such that I fear facing
Any future without you.

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