The Almost Walk

(published in Spires 2010)

the night was almost cold

and all the streets were almost empty

my mind was almost clear of all

the things that like to tempt me

the ache was almost gone

and this girl's face was almost glowing

as the almost daytime shine of all

the streetlights kept us going

she acted almost drunk

amidst the almost nervous laughter

and she'd almost veer off towards the street

(but if she did, i'd catch her)

the night was almost cold

and all the streets were almost ours

but then our almost walk was done

we parted ways outside the towers

the night was almost cold

but i almost felt like grinning

the ache was almost gone

is a new one just beginning?

Sonnet 155 

(to be published in Spires 2012)

My love, look how I dote upon thy wall!

Its bricks do glow with pixilated light,

And in this strange invention that they call

A laptop do I dare entreat to write

The words I have been holding in my heart

For hours, since the last time that we spoke,

When last that orb beside your name did start

To burn with green; when last I felt your poke!

Now by your name the moon in heaven sits

As blue as my heart; O thy cursed moon!

For while you’re idle, I am at my wit’s

most distant end, and pray you come back soon.

            Now as I wait for you to come online,

            I creep through every Facebook pic of thine.