Egg Jams (A student's complaint)

A combination

That has been unholy 

Since its conception. 

The only pleasure it can give 

Is a sadistic one. 

The only wings it gives are

Ones that fly away from it. 

The only test it takes is

Of patience.

The only skill it hones

Is endurance.

Egg Jams.

They are said to be good for health. 

But I suspect

its because 

They're always served

Before bread and butter. 

Sorrow

When sorrow rose from the horizon,
I greeted her like an old friend.
We had grown so much together
Over these years,
I took her in my arms and embraced her.
We caught up with old memories
Tears sparkling in our reunion.
Sorrow,
Met me anywhere.
She was a lively thing,
Unabashed of her presence,
It was always a struggle to hide
Her flamboyant and self absorbed nature.
Sometimes she would meet me
Between the crevices of a home.
Under the shadows of someone else's eyes,
Someone else's drunken doorway.
She would look at me and tease me
With her big round dark eyes:
"You cannot know me as they do."
I retort back-
"They cannot know you as I do."
She has been handled and shared
by everyone for centuries.
She is a lover
Whose reputation is never tainted.

As you lay with her,
She makes exotic cocktails.
As you lay with her
You see her-
Elusive and beautiful
Horrifying and enigmatic.

Sorrow, is an old friend.
She dresses up in wine
In moonshine and poetry.
When it is time for her to go-
I never know.
But I always anticipate her next
Unexpected visit.

Sometimes

When the wind is cool,

And the flowers fall,

Gently,

Almost in a waltz,

Almost in song,

Swirling in mid air,

Churning the void

Between sun and shadow,

I sometimes wish for rain.

Maybe, 

Someday, it will wash 

Those tears falling from the trees

That dance, sing and glimmer

And always rest peacefully

On dust or gravel or stone.