If Love

I sometimes wonder if love
detests itself.  How else
explain
its sole
fixation on others?
Perhaps if love could love
itself
we'd suffer
less

Shifty

It's safe
you can be
soft around the thorns
of shifting hate

It's Easy

It’s easy to sing and dance
It’s easy to hate and cheat
When your shoes are
your own feet

Short Poems #3-4

His Love was Thrashing 'Gainst her Heart

His love was thrashing 'gainst her heart, 
then pulling back, releasing shards
of colored glass—erect like guards.
His love and hate displayed; like art.


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Perfumed Sunspot

The alley boys had asked if I
had tasted June's perfumed sunspot.
I've gauged devotion only by
the nightly pecks of moonless sky.