Internet Love Signal

SGWM
ISO
SOS

hi AM looking
4 someone whose
NOT too serious about life
[Like a stone.]

Someone to spend time with
Home alone.
And chill
[Like a corpse on ice.]

My friends tell me
Im nice.
And fun
[Like Disney World.]

Please no guys who act
Like girls.
I wanna man whose
Prfect for me
[Like Jesus.]

Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek,
For they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are you when they persecute you,
So I say to you, love your enemies,
For God makes His sun rise on the evil and good.
If you love those who love you, what reward have you?

For no one can serve two masters;
Either he will hate one and love the other.

As the lamp of the body is the eye,
Then if your eye is bad,
Your whole body will be full of darkness.
And if your right hand causes you to sin,
Cut it off and cast it from you.

So Judge not, that you be not judged.
Cast not your pearls before swine,
Lest they trample them,
And turn and tear you in pieces.

Therefore do not worry, saying,
“What shall we wear?”

Hypocrite! Remove the log from your own eye,
But seek first the kingdom of God,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from Evil.

For where your treasure is,
There your heart will be also.

Valentine's Day

I think of that time
You took me out to dinner.
But tonight,
The pavement, slick with rain,
Shines brighter than my shoes.

I don’t remember
How bright that night was.
But tonight,
The moon behind a cloud,
Just streetlights at my door.

I don’t hear you
Discuss your workday anymore.
But tonight,
Noises by my window,
Formless faces passing by:
Talking, laughing.

Faceless and numberless:
In all those years since dinner time –
The millions who have died of famine,
And war,
And earthquakes,
And too much rain . . .

Yes, there is pain, still,
A hunger streetlights cannot see.
But that matters less
With each war, with each monsoon.

With no moon at my window
You cannot see while I prepare
This microwave meal.

Indifference

One time
Words, sincere and naked,
Reflecting life
Like a beautiful, painful mirror
Brought us together.
Tonight
Something,
An indifferent force,
Pulled us apart.

Amid the music and the lights
You glanced
At me through me
Like a half-empty glass;
The indifference of nightlife
Glinting in your once-thoughtful eyes.

On the walk home
In the cool air
Wrapped in myself I note
The moon’s stare;
Its light shining
On all stumbling souls alike:
The vomiting man,
The giggling woman,
The sleeping bum,
And me -
A light that you shall never see.

Wretched

Every moment
Has the potential
To be a wretched moment
Like walking home
In bitter cold
And the moon shining, quiet -
Still
It shines on you tonight
Wherever you are.

Reading One Night

I read an article,
astounding it was.
It had been a long day;
I was tired.
But the ideas propped
my eyes open –
Wide.
I turned
to tell someone.
But no mind was at my side.
Everyone had gone

shopping

driving, laughing, drinking,
pushing, shoving, stinking,
lusting, eyeing, praying,
fussing, flapping, slaying.

So the article said,
“Hush. You can keep our secret.
We will wait
for next year’s children.”

He Said

I was never Fated
For the quiet, unexamined life.

God said to me
In my sleep before birth,
You will suffer - profoundly.
He said,
Though the trees shall be green each summer
And bare each winter,
Yet the birds shall sit always
Upon the branches and sing to you
The Beauty of the World.

Therefore find the branches
In your Heart
Where the birds sit
And feed them -
Or they shall die.
And you will suffer without song.

The Sad Little Love Affair

When you say
“I love you,”
Like that,
Did you practice
By a mirror?

And in all the furor
Over authenticity,
Was that you
Or mere duplicity?

Endless reflections
Of I-love-yous,
All backwards-right-to-left,
And I feel bereft
Of direction
When I stare up to see
Endless Funhouse Clowns,
Their eyes crinkle with glee -
Because when I shout:
I love you,
They know - I know . . .
That can’t be me.

Endless

You and I will both be dead
Before Endless;
The color on your lips
Both drained of red
Before Endless.

This American Empire
Will crumble to dust
Before Endless;
Like Ozymandias’ works
By winds into the sands thrust.

The worm on the pavement -
How many forms will it take
Before Endless?
From worm to earth to rain
To the firmament,
This cycle, too, will end pain
Before Endless.

The Moon

The moon
Behind bare branches
Is a delight on any night.

And yet it bares my plight
When the light in the sky
Glints off your eyes,

Eyes that too soon,
Like the moon,
Will set upon another.