April 2, 2013
Sitting outside with Bukowski,
I am smoking a cigarette tainted with
thoughts of you.
I cannot be bothered to carry the butt inside.
Thrown onto the grass I think to myself:
"I will clean this mess up tomorrow—
—Love and Related Illnesses (2013)
|Love To A Monster|
We made love today.
Nothing else I have ever done
in the whole of my life
has seemed so right.