Saturday, October 12, 2013


I grow old on my porch
watching people go,
unable to tell them how much

I would like them
to stay.

A new road has been opened
for your feet to walk by
and today I'm so happy for you.

A year ago
I wouldn't have felt this way.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


Now I'm not interested 
in the feeling tha betrays me
or that one I could betray. 

At two in the morning
my heart is tied to rails
and I hear a train approach.

Now I'm not concerned 
about the people I've lost,
about the bitterness or the sadness 
of random broken bonds.

Now my mind is on you
sitting on a train headed somewhere,
you I could not teach anything.

Now I raise my voice.
At two in the morning
you can't tell it from the
train steam whistle.

My heart tied to rails,
sitting on a train headed somewhere.