if poetry was scotch this would knock your socks off and cost loads

these poems are from twelve years ago but reading them makes me smile still . they say some drinks age well . i'd like to think these have to so enjoy .


he stands among friends
but alone
pain and desolation a barrier
apparent yet impassable

a heart broken and bleeding
lying in a pool of tears
a silent scream
into an empty night

touch his pain
and bleed with him
then watch
as he turns in on himself

feel helpless
as you try to understand him
feel his need
and know it isn't you he craves

taste his longing
with your tongue
feel the agony
as it cuts like a knife
and hope
that it will soon be over

and know
that he stands among friends
but always alone