You deny now that your feelings were ever true,
You label the feeling that you once needed...

You are stone cold
To be so bold...

How can you hide behind that pretty face, your...
And tell me so many fûcking lies...

*Continuing my last poem Have You Ever*
She could not go...

Have you ever tried to get back with an ex
Have you ever wanted to...

I miss your touch
I miss the way you comfort me...

*composed of chunks of beatnick poems*
The roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan...

The ghostly clothes of jazz in an armed madhouse...
in Standland plot the Hebrew socialist revolution...

There is a moment,
Between...

I talked with you yesterday
As you sat and ate lunch...

I know I should not ponder
But I can’t help but wonder...

*I am feeling like I can love again,
but then I am revolted at myself for being able to...