April 25th poem 

Sometimes I wonder
Where we’re headed
Humanity so fond
Of fighting/ of hating
 Man/woman
Jew/Muslim
Straight/gay
Me Against you/war

 Why can’t we figure it out
How long will it take us
How many more of us
Have to fight have to die
How many more protests
How many more poems
Do I have to write?
 Before we get it
This whole oneness thing

Sometimes I wonder

Because I couldn't keep writing silly love poetry.... (April 24th poem)

PTSD (A Textbook Description)

The worst part is how it never ends

The bad thing that happened

Keeps happening keeps happening

In your mind again and again

Everybody coming to your door

Calling you on the phone

Asking you questions

Nobody can be trusted

Everyone is a suspect

Nobody understands

No one is your friend

Aversion becomes your best defense

So many things and people to avoid

So many roads are not safe

So many precautions to take

Rewinds and rehearsals

Of alternate outcomes and choices

Occupy too much thought too much time

And you can’t imagine

Living much longer

The future or your life

Before it happened

And anyway nothing matters

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A Silly Poem

Its happened I don’t know how
Somehow I have a crush on you
I really can’t explain it though
You’re not my type
And I’m not prone
To such mistakes
Because let’s be frank
This feeling isn’t mutual

Nonetheless
I have a crush on you
And there’s really
Nothing I can do
Take a bath take a nap
Find something loud
And funny to distract?

Again, my mind comes back to you
I don’t know what I’m gonna do

April 20th poem

Sometimes life is so good

I catch myself            stop

Take a breath take it in

Notice this

How    incredibly       blessed

Allow theOvertaking awe

Let the moment stand

Where it is     pause

I want (April 21st 2013 poem)

I want you to want me

Maybe I shouldn't

I can feel your curls

Tangling against my palms

Your warm breath on my cheek

I can see what it would

Be like/ feel like

My hand on your neck

On your waist on your

Hip the soft caress of lips

Yes

No, I don't want you to want me

If you did, what would stop me...

Eulogy for Young Song (April 19th poem)

Remember, Young, how we

Got up before the sun

Took the train to the middle

Of Market Street found the

Tallest metal box to perch upon

You in front, me behind

In our windbreakers bracing

Against the cold my arms

Wrapped around?

We had the “best seat in the house”

The inside of my arm “accidentally”

Grazed your breast and we

Giggled and shivered

Were underdressed

But we saw the parade

From beginning to end

Rainbow flags dragqueens

Dancing and the peacock proud

Parents of PFLAG

We went back to your flat

After, sat on hardwood

Floors huddled over

Steaming bowls

Of the seaweed soup you made me

We were happy then

It was the dawn of our

Togetherness wet with wonder

When everything was clear

The air was crisp with dew

You liked me and I liked you

It was before all the confusion

The seasaw of indecision

The TV talking the late night stalking

It was before the bad man

Did that bad thing to you

Before the suicide attempt

The deathknell diagnosis

The medications

Before we knew

You were so beautiful then

So brilliant

We laughed and we laughed and we laughed

And you threw your head back

Squeezed your eyes flat

And talked about your future

Like it was a fact

Young song

Beautiful and brief young song

I have been crying for you

Ever since

In case you were wondering....30/30 poems unposted....

April 7th poem

Sometimes I wonder

How I survive such 

Beauty blue

And green streaked vistas

Lizards laughing at me

Breezy dancing clover

The monumental grace 

Of sand and stone

A snail so sure of itself

The caw caw caw

of a raven overhead