A Black Dog Sits and Waits
Just to wake up on a Saturday morning
and have all the answers, that would be good.
This is all there is.
I would start again, if I could, maybe,
but that’s not how it works.
I want to quit.
You understand, I know,
but I know
the first thing to die
is motivation.
This is all there is, and
It’s not enough, not enough at all,
and soon enough even that much is gone.
Scatter the ashes,
smash the urn,
leave nothing after the last shots have been poured
and drunk down and all the glasses thrown away.
This is all there is.
I don’t know what else to say.
I too, just wanted to wake up on a Saturday morning
and be rich and be loved and to love.
Por Ella
she is seventeen and sitting on the curb with her best friend,
smoking cigarettes with their oversized coats
draped across their shoulders and
their doc martens hot on their feet and
there is nowhere to go, nowhere to have to be,
all things are possible, and
this is how she looks forever
when you catch her in just the right light.
so, you love this small wild thing,
shy like wild things are, but
she carries some kind of sorrow, and
is wild, like all the shy things are.
November 2024
This is not something we should worry about.
Leave the arguing to those who like to argue.
We’ll drive out to the bridge.
and watch the trains go by.
I’ve been learning Spanish for you,
you know,
just so I could say
Yo tambien ti amo
(I think that’s it)
When the time is right
It’s all good,
is what I am trying to say.
Leave
all of the small and petty things
to the others, because
there’s nothing there
for you and me.