“If darkness speaks to the poet,
How does light help one know it?”
-A

“He is the Tide-

Predictably.

Yet She,

Unkept-

Is the Sea.”

FEEDER
I fed you dreams.
Beefy stew-
peppered with imagination
salted with possibilities.
So why then did I
crunch
heartache in my lunch?

“And so put me in a box,
in order to detox.
But did you actually think-
Never again would you drink?”
-The True Truth

Photo: Alex Stoddard

‘Flowers never lose hope. But then again,
neither does drought.’
-Think

Metaforwhat?

He is the Tide,

predictably.

Yet She, unkept,

is the Sea.

Left

Left at the alter,

Right at that serendipitous place you once were.

Straight through the rain,

And parallel to the state where you soared.

As soon as you see the blue Bank,

Turn around (money isn’t the way).

Backtrack and go past the place you grew up.

Leave that quaint town and head due North.

You have arrived at the very moment…

That you have stopped looking.

Ebb & Flow

There once was a man Named Ebb.

He sat alone-

Just a spinning a web.

In a nearby town lived Flow.
She was happy-

To just come and go.

All day, He lay ’round-
And finally found-
His land to be lonesome & dark.

Yet She, free to go-
Both to-and-then-fro…
Set out to find a new spark.

So Ebb was just there-
Alone, unaware-
Smoking and mulling his wine…

When Flow strolled on by-
And gave Ebb a, “Hi!”
With a smile that seemed more than fine.

Reluctant to greet her,
He decide to meet her–
So She shuffled over to shake.

And when His palm touched her hand-
The light broke on his land…
And now They both live by His lake.

This is definitely not about Sweet.

There once was a man from Nantucket,

He was asked to fill up a bucket.

Though he searched all around,

No water could be found,

So he unzipped his shorts and thought, “F*ck it.”

Kill two birds with just one stone.

Friday night

Whaddya know, Joe? Could ya tell me where to go? Whaddya say, Fay? Would you like to come away?Whaddya mean, Gene? She don’t have to be pristine! Wouldn’t it be great, Nate? If I could take Fay on a date?What did ya do, Lou? To make ya look so blue? Oh, wait, Nate…You say Fay is a good lay? Oh boo, Lou…You’ve been out with her too? Well.Whaddya say, May? Go out with me today?