Little King

There is storm in his

eye. Still, light finds him and keeps him;

cannot leave him alone; makes its face to shine upon him. Be-
loved, ever so. But storm lives within

him. And his heavy crown hangs low. But

with reign so ever near him, love’s the only

fear he’ll know.

4 april ‘17

paramour*

whats left of us

comes in an email

- no subject line

and a file with barely any buffer time.

*a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person

A Dangerous Understanding

We: firestorm, flood, hurricane

We: disruption.

It overwhelms us.

In denial            we need.

                          we cost

Fully informed            we contact

                                    we do it

We must do it.

                                31.12.2015

exposed

laid out. dissected

like scalpels and clanging

trays on countertops.

glistening bits on display

and eyes, peering

all the way over,

charging anxious fingers

to stay in their pockets

where they belong.

        14.12. 15

In Short

             n.c.

You are most of what I know

Of how connected beings be together

Even though

We

Could not.

                                    '15

a moment's content

                   -j.d.

it all comes back eventually

revolving

circular, as happiness runs

around and

around and

on its way

to me,

belly full of ease

bees gone

            all things settled…within

content in

your silence.

youre quietness

im content

just satisfied enough

to hear you cower

you Coward, limp as you do

and I wont look after you

my eyes wont follow you

past the gate.

to know you’ve gone

is enough

           19.10.2015

For you, prepared

Before me,

laid out, prepared,

I’ve words, sifted and reworked

To present me

like you know me

like you like me

Not yet this heart, unsure,

but steady

Inevitably you will get that, too

For you

I’ve words deliberate

though still true

to recite, 

mellifluous,

all lashy coquette.

                                    18.08.2015