Revising: Blues

My tale will never end
I will write more
For you
Today you are gone
But I still walk to your house
And romance with your furniture
I try to smell you on your phone
And sit on your chair

It’s the nearness to your belongings
That is my poem for you
That makes me sad
Yet content
Because I can still touch you

I wonder sometimes
If you can sense me?
When I leave
I wonder sometimes
If these small things make a difference to you

Two poems

-Bullets in my brain-

Bullets in my brain
Oscillate...
A dead dog
Colors the pale highway
And sings

Choked drains
Desire earthquakes
Fireflies twinkling
In gloomy and profound valleys
Want longer nights

A rose wants
To taste blood, the other red
Calendars will never
Ever show dates again

-The unplugged-

The unplugged and the untouched
The inseminated bitch
And the castrated dog
Will party today

A few strangers in the bucket
From lands unknown, some even unheard
Talking jargon dreams
Will rock today