Triangles

Triangles triangles 
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray

(crusts facing out
points facing in and)

Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because

When
Death
Comes

Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles

Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth

Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss

Keep one

From coming

Undone

Confessions

young and pretty
old and careworn

both

she gave me perfume
(i can still smell it)

foreign and fragrant

tempting

a gift
(of sorts)

from

a traveler through
her used body


how did she end up here

(hotelier come escort)

no one told her
she would
never stop crying

for the babe
she had
no way for

so she told me
a stranger

Blondie

I see your
blond blown out hair
everywhere

Is their dresser using the same color as you
the same product
the same brush
to tame the wildness

Would that it was on your head
Instead of theirs
and you would turn and
see me and laugh and say

Heeeeeyyyyyyy



Happy Birthday

If you were here

we'd laugh and cry and

share some cake and

a glass of wine and

a knowing glance and

something fried

Happy

Birthday

Darling

I

Miss

You

Dreaming

Your cheek dances like dust upon 

Mine
Gentle in the pre-dawn light

Linger

Silent

Touch and glance suffice to
know and be known

We conspire

Strong in each other
To face the come what may

Waking now
Heaven recalls
I rise reluctant to

Face

The

Day

Thank you for being with me for a wee while dear heart
Thank you for being with me

I miss you
How I miss you

I miss you
How I miss you

Schizophrenic

sign me up
i’m all in
yes I can
happy to help
i’ll be there
you can count on me

sorry i can’t 
(you’re not safe)
changed my mind
(i can’t take)
any 
more

pain
rejection
loss

sign me up
i’m all in
yes I can
happy to help
i’ll be there
you can count on me

sorry i can’t 
(you’re not safe)
changed my mind
(i can’t take)
any 

more

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