Whiskey kisses (2009)

Unabridged and not withstanding

they flow intently,

while we lurk in the shadows

which form our solace.

Bourbon-drenched,

by no way slurring,

subliminally-subterranean

and forever flowing.

Whiskey kisses wherever 

we could snatch them,

subterfuge to our sanctuary,

reminiscent of past dreams.

Ode to divorce (2005)

That morning

that day

those words

long since blocked

from the mind

went a little

like this:

The world

isn't how

you know it.

"One day

you'll understand,"

were the helpful

words of

an uncle.

The shattering

from the innocence

of youth

all too real.

The veneer

washed away

by my father's

tears rolling

down

his cheek.

As the condensation

did the window pane.

This is why

morning

is called

mourning.

I was

wide awake.

For the first time.