I was just looking through some old stuff and came across an old poem that I really liked.

tiny neckties

i can’t stand,
she said,
getting naked in front of all these molecules
all of them drinking us in greedily.
can’t we find someplace dark and secret
to upset the balance
of time goes round
of head hits ground?

don’t worry,
i said,
i will lick the stars from your eyes.

& my umbrella will
embrace us both.

but eighteenth notes would cry out every time
one of us said i love you, or its over.

and
the tiny neckties in your eyes
told me this was going to be one of those times.