Poem 1:

You are the chorus

I am the verse

The part that never stuck in my life as a song

I’m no sonnet or hymn

I have a confessional booth around my neck

And twenty years from now I’ll have forgotten who I am again

So into the closet I shall close you in

My mind on a shoelace

My tethers and strings

Unwinding in monogamy

Detailing itself in hapless love affairs

Poem 2:

Where do I go when the lights go out?

When will I hold the sun in my hands?

On the day I burn I’ll go up in a blaze

A rapturous jerk into the whole I’ll be thrown

With nothing left behind but in some old rotten joke

Be careful on the road in which there are cats and there are mice

Some seem to play when the day seems so long

But in the night they shall thieve and cause treachery in haste