Tag Archives: lonesome

Streetlights

11 Mar

Streetlights

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.