I look across a sea of people,

And see nothing.



One man,

A sullen, gray man,

Looks at me with his one good eye from across the street.



I wait for you in the garden.

I wait for you at the old school building.

I wait for you by the railroad tracks.

I long to see your long blonde hair as it flow in the morning dew filled wind.

Your moustache slowly moves down my neck;

Your blonde moustache prickling my face as we caress…

As we kiss.



A woman

With child pushes a grocery cart down the street,

All of her belongings encased within.



A fool

Seizing in the market,

Forgetting to breathe,

Takes one final look into my eyes,

Then exhales his last breath of life.



I wait for you by the place where you work.

I wait for you by the ocean shore.

I wait for you on the pier.

But you never came!

Why have you forsaken me?

Do you not love me?

I yearn for your hands,

Your callused, masculine hands,

Slowly moving up and down my leg… my breast.

Your eyes… see through me… away from me.



The waves of the sea

Crash against my pale swollen body…

Lifeless.



A man

In black spandex,

Wearing bright blue eye shadow,

And ruby red lipstick,

Crawls toward me

Growling like a lion in the midst of antelope.



I run from the sun,

Away from its beauty,

Into the darkness of my despair without you.



I see a rose,

Red,

Blood red;

I kiss it.

I slowly open my fingers,

And it falls to the ground with a small, dainty thump;

As one lonely petal breaks of its stem,

And lies there,

In the rain,

Alone.