Dave Legere

I have a life list that looks neurotic
and fantasies that are neurotic
if nothing else besides romantic,

Rich concluded that an ending is anything but the end

A tremor in the eye
a shudder at his kind

At the end of the day, in the words of Billy Joel, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints…”

The grass wasn’t cool, but it tickled my bare ankles; my chair wasn’t remarkably comfortable, but it was mine; and the train in the distance sounded angry, but it wouldn’t always.

It was cold and rainy in late October, her hair was now gray with only hints of the fiery red that’d been her staple, and she stood smelling one of his shirts, quietly singing to herself.

I saw my first sunrise on my twenty-fifth birthday.

Beneath the darkened sky,
And the reverent eye
of a girl who sees more than she says,
hates more than she loves,
and loves more than she hates

Compounded spaces
and all that’s left
are the residual traces
of a nervous gesture.

And what was left lay rotted from exposure and neglect.

The feel of her lips
amid the sound,
and the corruption that visits
gathers everyone around,

Walking was one of the few things he could still do on his own, and he’d be goddamned if he let that go easily.

I’ve seen so many ladies,
I’ve seen so many women,
I’ve seen so many pretty things
straight from heaven.

Bit of lipstick
on the
nightstand,

And every unlit cigarette’s
just another burn hole
in my sense of needing you less
than I needed a drag.

Sit and remember

an idea,
captured
in an image,
hidden
within a photo,
disguised
beneath a blood stain.

Worse, his soul, or essence, or karma, or jive, or whatever the hell you want to call it, was about as black as the lungs of a thirty-year chain smoker.

It was just past four o’clock on a Wednesday that’d started out as any other Wednesday in the history of mid-week boredom.

Write this. Right now.
Better yet.
Burn this. Right now.
And maybe you can save yourself.

Hell, not for me to claim one God over another.
I’m not claiming you as a goddess
but I sure as shit can’t find a word
that doesn’t feel as good as a curse