Friendships · My favorite person · The Man with 5 Typewriters · Thinking Poems


You are somewhat lost
like a page missing a book
uncertain of where this tale is going
or how much dialog is needed.

Black and White is not your manner.
Shades of grey follow you around
mocking your dusty shoes
while begging you for attention.

There are complex dictionaries
living inside your spine
spouting ambiguities
and ceaseless conjunctives.

Tilt that head and contemplate me.
For I know you intimately
as a soul knows a smile
despite the lack of meeting.