I’ll invoke increasing ire
“How dare she,” they’ll surely declare, haughtily
“We want war — sacrifice is what she’s for!”
Cameras and courtrooms
v.
Chaos and cartoons
I’m irksome
Ironic, too, I’m told
Relationships of sinking ships
I Quit
I Quit
I Quit
Case of The Century
Grand. Beginning. Finally.
Me, at the center
See?
She is not He
Nor an It or an If
She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be
Where If Goes To Become
She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To
She Really Is
She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal
There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love
She Is Leading Me
I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you
More importantly
I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you
Nothing here is new
My heart, His art — all shattered
Hope-filled pieces, still
My heart-rending notes
Need I know on whom they land?
Or may I just sing?
Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing
Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread
Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk
Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune