In case I should forget you.

And for the first time, 

I wonder if you are thinking of me.

I think of you so often.

There are others thinking of you too.

They remember you as fondly as I.

It's your birthday soon.

I wonder who you will be celebrating with.

I don't think I can make it, 

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I wish you were here, 

There are so many things I want to show you.

I have to say

That you come to see me at the strangest times, 

Like this morning when I had to leave, 

You were there in the mirror with me.

I remembered your blue eyes

And I couldn't help but describe them

With mine.

I find an unconventional beauty

In these moments of remembrance,

And a feeling that I don't want to let go of

In case I should forget you.

Doctor Love.

Good Afternoon.

After the Funeral.

Balthus studies.

Dumas studies.

Present Past.

And though it has barely happened,

I find myself mourning the present,

Like it flickers far behind my eyelid,

Already a blink in the past.

In an inward guise of protecting myself,

I play with thoughts of control,

And I become so precious

About the worlds I create.

I like change,

But it frightens me.

I feel something,

And it frightens me.

So as I experience this era in my life,

I remember those that have come before,

And I stand slightly to the outer

To record my observations.


I can articulate it so well.

Maybe it just hasn't been the season for writing.

The day wakes early

And it tires later and later,

But my head has been clear.

And as I ponder,

I look at the way the clothes line

Pinches the sky ,

Thirty three segments

I count.

I take notes,

I look back upon them occasionally.

They are becoming less and less coherent,

More like stamps
On a piece of folded paper.

Time Travel and I.

And for a while now

I have had dreams

On and off

Of dating Time Travel.

I toy with whimsies

Of the times we would visit

And how a familiar place

Would become a space unknown.

It takes me a long time

To adapt to spaces

And nest out

My own form of existence.

I see life as a steady path

Which seems to veer off

As soon as

You become too comfortable.

And that’s what I like about Time Travel,

We’re never in the same place

For too long,

Constantly changing and adapting.

The other doorway.

A light switch

Would go well there.

I have reached for it

So many times.

And as I stumble

Through the darkness,

I wonder why

There never was one.

99 Steps (2)

99 Steps (1)

The Burial.

Chicklets.

Imaginary Landscape.

Life drawings.

MUST DO BETTER:

And I wanted to say...

That it was nice.

Sweetness.

Crooked House.

Plea.