my words

my words are dying
for a muse,
hoping to get through
to someone that
might not even be

my words are longing
for a touch
in places that
haven’t been touched
in so long

my words are trying
to break through
your defenses
hoping you will see
me for what i am

just a boy
in love
with a girl

glb /// “my words”
originally published 02/23/2019

attempting to relate the story to something in my every day life

attempting to relate the story to something in my every day life
“it’s like going to the corner market for milk and coming back with
a can of SPAM and two pickles”

but it doesn’t measure up, nothing ever will, so you don’t try again
you just settle back in your chair and watch the snow fall on the
street and sidewalk and cars

but you do try again, there’s no way you can’t

trying to start a fire in the gas fireplace is an exercise in futility,
as a distraction from your problems it is the worst example,
you just twist a knob and press a button, no need for kindling
and matches and such

if only you could “whoomp” away your worries that easily, there
would be a fireplace in every room, endlessly burning for your

putting on sandals and heading outside for an icy walk on the
driveway gets you half way to the mailbox before your toes
turn blue, look at the weather, no postman is coming today
this was an exercise in futility

there is nothing you can do that will measure up to the way
you felt when you were with her, your ordinary with her is more
extraordinary than anything you can experience without her

glb /// “attempting to relate the story to something in my every day life”
originally published 01/29/2014


this is where it starts
in a light flooded room
with no windows
with no doors

i stand in the middle
there is no shadow cast

come sing with me
that song without words
that rhymes with anything
we can think to say

come draw on the walls
strange shapes in neon
dinosaurs and cats
play happily in the fountain

come read that book
ten thousand lines long
with pages made
of crinoline from your skirt

it ends abruptly
words fade to silence
the fountain goes dry
the book disintegrates

you are gone too
i am left wanting

in the glaring light
there is no way out
only deepening confusion
about my reality

glb /// “reality”
originally published 10/26/2013