Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides

How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take

He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it apart
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me

Train to Nowhere [with audio]

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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along,
to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward,

no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs
with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life

in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around
me, stern looks all around. All longing for company,

for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder,
the train across the way has the answers. The lady in

the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all
have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me

I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the
wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the

train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and
door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow.

No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere.
The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage

as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead.
This, this is where the train of life has led me.

Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.

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

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