Tag Archives: lonesome


11 Mar


What if I just walked around the city,

sometime past the hour when the streetlights come on,

and slipped a poem under the lonesome-looking doors?


Muffin Scraps

24 Oct

Written in a coffee shop, for all you lonesome lovers.


muffin crumbs


I will not settle for muffin scraps,

those neglected shavings you pay no attention to

but which I might bite on fast and swallow

and so delude myself I have been given the real thing.


They are but a poor fragment

of the full substance of your sweetness,

and you will leave no trail of crumbs

for me to follow you home.