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Destination Yesterday

The phone booth crashes into my yard
I’ve seen this play out before
stepping inside, I reach for the receiver
and browse the years to rediscover

Should I dial that year
when I had my first kiss
Should I dial that year
when he made me felt squeamish

Should I dial that year
when I thought I found love
Should I dial that year
when his body fit like a glove

Should I turn back
when things didn’t quite feel right
Should I turn back
when I should have put up a fight

If my destination was yesterday,
which yesterday would it be
or would I stand exactly
where life presents me

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The Truth Within

I’ve drowned, too
trying to stay afloat
swimming in those eyes of ocean blue
navigating through hypnotic moves
and poetic words
that make you feel
he only has eyes for you

But in truth,
you’re another hole
he’s been trying to fill
another escape
to let his mind erase
the truth within

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Awaiting The Day

Without hesitation I drop you a line
Hours later in time
I await your reply
thinking what will it be
and hoping for you to excite me

I’m thinking of you
and wish it were true
that you’ve been thinking of me, too

My pulsing, racing heart
awaits the day we’re sprawled out in the sheets
with salty, sweet dreams of our bodies
tangling and beating to the rhythms
flowing through the currents
between our curves

As time moves on
we beg the question
and pray how will it be
please, let it lift us to the sky


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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Pilgrimage to the Motherland

City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019

Standing in the presence of history
Witness all that has come before
Bewildered in amazement
What a glorious sight!

Speak to me, my wise old poets,
Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,
Feed me your recipes
Gathering in the Poetry Room
Circling around the Poet’s chair
Cozied up in the corner…

This is where I belong
These are my people
This is my truth


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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(Un)Covering Wounds

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The more you know
the less you want to know
some things get uncovered
drawn out into the open
ugly wounds
that have been wrapped up for years
bruises that haven’t healed
scars so deep
they don’t know how to be normal again
pleading and begging
’Oh, to be anything I’m not
but please, don’t ignore me
see me for who I am
unfiltered and true’

But my eyes are sore
I can’t look anymore
I’m walking away
and hoping you’ll wrap those bandages
back where they used to be
some things are better left unseen

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A Pause…

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It was all so close
Was it just a dream for us to walk along the Thames
Was it all in my head that we’d walk along the Seine
To breathe in the spring flower beds
To wrap ourselves in the warmth of our kisses

The breeze would flow through my hair
The sun would shine brightly in our eyes
The energy would flow rapidly between us
But we’d say nothing at all
For we’d know everything as we are one

With a chance at history brewing at our fingertips
I left love notes where to meet
Yet, a meeting that would never be
Two pairs of eyes that would never get to see
The chemistry ignited between these two bodies

It’s only a pause I remind myself
Leaving more time to create
For this love won’t rest on a shelf
This love will prove itself
Worthy of the wait

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The Disposables

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We met there in the bar
most nights
the same drink
the same table
conversing over troubles
we leaned on each other
in those long nights

This night
I sit and wait
at the same table
with the same drink
you haven’t arrived yet
and I linger for hours
wondering

Nights like this pass
was it something I said
was there someone new
what was keeping you

Then you arrive one night
through the doors
stammering in
lingering around a new table
drinking with someone new
laughing at her jokes
she’s pawing at you

Reviewing the menu
is there a new drink for me
is there another table with better lighting
is there another arm to lean on…

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You Never Cease To Captivate Me

I’m not the man for you,
This is true
But does your man, Henry,
Make you tremble like I used to?
Does he do things to you like I used to?

He may look nice in his suit
And treat you to dinner
But does he deliver?
Does he cross your mind late at night?
Does he give you butterflies?
Does he bring you your favorite flower?

I was too much of a coward
I should have loved you
I should have been there
My love, I should have cared
But I was too wrapped up
In my doings

I’m here to tell you,
‘You captivated me
And I still think of you’


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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The Haunting

Is it better to have a love lost
Not knowing about the other side
To have a deep hole in your heart
To keep what was lost in the past
And always wonder ‘what if’

Or to have it come back,
Haunt you
And realize it was true
Always has been
And he’s thinking of you, too

With thousands of miles away
You both have commitments
There’s no future
Only the present moment
And the lingering love you still carry

The pain is great either way
My heart is aching and beating more
Than it has ever before


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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The Basis of My Character(s)

These are my characters
Some of them have affairs
Some of them are drowning
While gasping for air
There’s a hint of something there
That may never be
Nothing more
Than a simple connection between you and me

These characters have flaws,
That is true
These characters may seem similar
But trust me,
They’re not based on you

These characters are simply fragments of feelings
Fragments of fleeting moments
That once upon a time
I wish I was there

Sometimes it’s just a story
That we can all relate to
Someone needed an escape
And this was their route that ensued


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One