Self-Portrait at 41

Fat and tall, fat more than tall, Elephantine in some ways,   How I hear the conscience louder than ever, And the needs diminishing slowly.    Like how my wife is not the vixen in bed anymore, Only a sandbag on days, while a sand castle on others,   I’m like a book with discolored…

Love – An Elegy 2

I broke my right hip Falling down from a balcony In the heart of Verona I broke a finger nail Striking on a nail’s head Submerged in reveries of love I broke my sanity Crashing against glass doors Of love’s creation I broke love’s hold on my heart By following her path of petals Over…

Searching For Narcissus

I was born to be mortal To feel the jagged edges of heartache The pits of loneliness, the graffiti of slander Even to lose your way, to sin’s wonder For no man is chiseled in history For his god-bestowed perfection Not Adonis, Not Hercules, Nor Achilles As I linger in front of my own mirror…