Thursday, December 18, 2008


I want to call you
to see if you miss me
if you still think of me
and give thanks

That's what you
once or twice
a time or two

And at the beginning
you were excited
about me
about us
never having had
this kind, my kind
of conversations
ever before
in your life

and you felt
the only explanation
for your impetuous
behaviour was that
had happened to you

You knew the definition
of intimacy or
had a vision
of what could be

We came so close

Why did you turn
your gaze away
and passively run?

leaving me to do all the work.

Nothing Sings

Nothing sings
like silver
and I'm happy
for the musical
spoons forks knives
in my drawer

I'm not waiting
for something better
this is it
this is me
happy shiny
slightly tarnished
but singing all the same

I celebrate this day
that I am able to give
for the beauty
that is me
my story like none

And your narrative
young lady
is just as unique
so I pray thee


your snowflake

Pretty Penises (Is that the plural form or is it Penii?)

I'm naughty now
freed to write
whatever I want

Is this unethical
to write about
confidentially revealed
body parts
examined in the
line of duty?

They really do come
(pardon the pun)
in a wide array
of forms

some barely worth
in the sea
of humanity and

Others are so
remarkable in
their quirkiness
or sheer size
they deserve an
honourable mention
in my end of day
telephone debrief

Unrelated to
professional experiences
of particular note

Clearly marked in memory
was the guy
in life drawing class
who posed for us

Before that
I never thought
unaltered flesh
could be so exquisitely

But he was
like those guys
that wear a sweater
just tight enough

They know
they've got
and so do you.