Black Cloud

It’s existed forever: hovering,
Seeping with sepia memories,
Night-creeping, wreaking havoc,
Filling every corner and crevice.

Reeking of thirty-year old booze,
Boo-boos, berating and

I would wonder what
the point of it all was.

Seeing happiness seemed
doomed, for everything was
temporary, and still is. Striving
to be better—than what?

For what? Then what?

The One That Got Away

everyone has one
i didn't until a few
years ago. younger,
inside my head, out
of my league, a real
cutie pie. smokin
cloves, sweaty sex
forever and ever. oh
the distance ate him,
moving onto and into
another upstairs.
everything and nothing
will take place. i am
The One That Got Away
everyone has one