Life is a girl waiting to disappoint you.

You First Left Me

How was it the first time you left me?
Drumming my fingers on the window-sill,
watching the rain mock me
and hearing the birds sing-
they seem to be
as lonely as I am this evening.
I feel more for them
than I could ever feel for me.
More than enough to make my empty body weep.
END

A Story Untold

It's the last word I've written.
The fish I caught,
and then sent away.
It's what we call revenge,
a knife,
a bullet,
Murder! echoes through the rain.
end.

I Wish I Could Believe You

I wish I wasn't such a coward.
Nor boy, nor man, nor fool,
I feel as a stuffed man who bleeds
a man whose expectations drool.
When I come home in December
after my body has gone numb,
I can't say I'm a brave man
though I bet I have more courage than some.
There's always something cold inside me,
yet always something warm,
I wish I could somehow believe you;
when you say you can weather this storm.
END

To All My Last Words

Boredom is a callus thing,
it calls a storm a habit.
You might say one who still has youth has it easy
but you would be wrong.
There is no disease more awful
than potential.
This is as far in my head as you ever need to get.
END