Loneliness

sounds
i can hear the sounds
of the dying stars
leave the valley

and I know
the sound of leaving
is the sound of dying


a room of one's own
i sit alone in this room
with a mind in tatters
and only
see
the torn
fabric of my sanity.

moving?
and so then
but if not
may it be
to being.


Envy
Can you hear
the sound
of my dreams
shattering like
fake glass?


Brokeback
two men
slept
side by
side
on that mountain
and caressed
the emptiness
between them


Dancing
the music
isn’t important

I’m consumed
by the beats
and half-beats
of new songs

i hear them
laughing.

such happiness.

i'm surrounded
by these men.
these men.

these men.

and
i dance alone.