Unfortunate Embrace

When eyes meet
And souls speak
A spark alights
Taken to heights
You've never seen
Either you or she
A flutter of the soul
You must never let her go
But the dance is short
And the moment brief
You cannot court
And there's no relief
So brief the song
So poor the plan
For she belongs
To another man

If I were Lear

I want to write like Lear.

I wish I had a third ear.

For then I could hear,

Whenever you're near

And ask you to bring me a beer.

Saturday in Knoxville

The ribs drip sauce on my #14 jersey.

I wipe it up as best I can.

Swiperboy is playing in the background.

Christian figured out how to make a bowl out of an apple.

So I'm a little high.

Chris dropped by the tailgate to drop off some Jack Daniels. 

It was his gift to the tailgate.

Shortly we walk towards the stadium.

Cannot miss the Vol Walk. We get as close as we can to the rope but it's not close enough.

A man complains he's been in this spot for an hour. He's not even close to the rope.

I'm buzzing from the Jack Daniels which I drank straight.

I tell him to bug off. 

Walking by the torchbearer and there's the Lady Vols basketball team. 

I yell to Draya making a fool of myself.

I'm tipsy and I really don't care what people think. She greets me and I shake her hand.

We split up when we get to Neyland because we all

have different seats. 

We're early but it's fine.

We make our way to our seats at the edge of the row in the South endzone. 

Chair backs await us and we settle in.

The crowd is already amped but it's freezing cold.

This is the best place to watch football in the entire world.

Me, the Sonnet

If I were a poem, I'd be a sonnet.

Seems to me that of all the poetry

The sonnet is the most romantic.

And that is me.

A hopeful romantic.

Your Voice

Whiskey on my breath, I whisper in your ear Let me have tonight. Let me hold you near. Smiling through your eyes You do not say a word But everything you're thinking, know that everything was heard. 

A Tree

It's free Being a tree My needs Come to me I move only with the wind And bend my arms to him He tells me secret things Of life beyond the leaves Of a girl, he brings to me A picnic under a tree The years go on I grow Ever larger, taller,
More imposing
Still, he visits me
A tree important to he
One day a child appears
To frolic in my shed leaves
It's nice to have them near
It's nice to be a tree