I loved him
(still do...

I do not own exquisitely worded phrases
that could possibly explain why...

He still hasn't called,
I check the dial tone again...

Momma says I've got a poet's heartache
that I dally...

Darling,
I can't stand the state...

All of these poems
beneath my skin...

When daddy's heart
went soft repose...

Outside October perches its little feet
upon summer's fading scenery...

I could bask along the shorelines
of a man's aquatic soul...

Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering...

Love is not
for the weak-hearted...

He's gone...