Friday, September 9, 2011

BROAD DAYLIGHT

Holding the light up

For as long as I could

Walking cloaked

For too long

How could we not

Stop to rest

With each other

Sheltered

From the pain

Up in the hills

We hiked that day

Heading to the sun

Into life

Exploring

Arms open

Roaring

Waterfalls

Jumping

Through the trees

Adventure man

We ran up into

Upland

To higher ground

We found our love

That day in June

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Thursday, September 8, 2011

IN SOIL & SOOT

Still can’t believe

Thought so many nights

Stayed up late

Cracked ribs

Cracked stories

God I was so ready

To go all in

Walking the dog

Around the block at night

Alone

Stuck again in my head

This hot bed

Too lonely to get in

Just roll around top covers

With the fan on high

Every time I try

To lay down with

Another

You tear apart

Tear up & heart

Ache & burns

Pain charges

Stalls of walls

With marker you stain

My insides

How could you just

Up & walk away

Leave me here to stay

Back in the garden

With the dirt

& the trees


The bees sting me

All over haunting

Me back

To darkness

The cage that has long

Since rusted

Once again

Facing the moon

I climb too

& cling

The sharp rusted swing

Swings in the middle

Of the night

Followed by

The shadow

Of my dark brother

Swaying

Frightened

By another


Not ready to leave

This memory bed

I awake

Full of lead

Our love has stained

Drained

Fingers can’t remember

These keys

Just your house key

Dangles with mine

Still, perfectly

In time, but hasn’t been

Used for so long

Are you missing me

Have you moved on

What about the dog

And the mornings


Our love

Our life

Now with no water

I strife

& dig in the dirt

Finding my way back

Into the ground

The place I know

Best

Cover me in soil

& soot

The root of evil

Lay here with me

Deadened & gray

Just to pray

That I don’t stay too long

Buried

Here in the dark

Alone

& cold

Getting old

Again

Walking

Through this garden

Of shame

Always

My garden of blame

Looking for that hole

In the ground

To cover myself

Up

In the warm earth

Of darkness

To seal myself

Into the night


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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

THE REST OF THE SUMMER

So wide

The skies

I cry

& yelp

For help

Please

Strike these stakes

Set up camp

Alone

To love again


Tearing open

This ribbon of life

The smell

Of your arms

Wrapping me

So

The day

Glows

& pours

Sunlight

All over

Dampened

Clothes


The sins

I can’t commit

You torn

From bed

My eyes

My head

I hope the

Dog is fed

While paint

Legs spread

In purple

It bleeds

From your walls


Your house key

Just stalls

In mid air

I stare

At my keychain

& the place

That fits

This key

Stuck again

With me


Your delicate shoes

Line the wall

Next to mine

How long

How much time

Till I get

A cardboard box

& box our love away

With afternoon shadows


Our heat slowly fades away

Just the memory

Of the day

I hold tight

Falling again

In love

So young

An angel

True

This place for you

Next to the bed

Alone in my head

You are this place


To watch you sleep

Such pain

I weep

The thought of you

Growing up

Walking through

The forest alone

You have tools

Tricks of the trade


Oh be brave

My love

As you walk

Through this next

Damp season

On your own

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

ON BOTH SHOULDERS

Tossed & screaming

Writhing glass arrows

Flowering, toasted barrels

Of lime juice with cinnamon

Backgammon & linoleum

Chiseled braided hair

Deep cheek-bone jawline

Fine as hell

& ready to rev

Engines roar, skyline

Soaring, succumb to dumb

Numbness & my thumb soar

From calling your phone

Answering the tone

Responding to love

Sharing this hot steamy mug

Of morning coffee with the dog

And my wife what a great fucking

Life living this way with you

Tossing turning somehow

You always meet me on the same side

Giving strides of woman kind

Shattering misconceptions

Of the way things were thought

To be, reaching through

Teaching you is me

The teacher; fuck the glue

This is life meant for two

Unwrapping myself from

Your February arms

Can be difficult the cult

Of personality falling apart

In your arms & the 1st time

You told me the way

Lips & bubblegum

Triggers sandwiched Mimi

And burrito, cold toes

So we go to the warm side

Of the bed-threesome morning

My 2 girls on both shoulders

Boulders of the world

I can’t feel them

Just the soft pillows of feathers

Beneath the birds, beneath

The wind, beneath my wings

The city looks so small

Us the clouds have surrounded

I don’t think we can get away

We might as well hand over

Our wallets, jewelry and watches

Letting it all slip out of reach

Allowing us to be

In charge of nothing

I think for sure we have

Lost this one to love

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THE SILHOUETTE OF LIFE

I walked past last night

Hurried & swept away

Scarf stuffed neck

Headphone rattled drums

It was her eyes that caught

My attention

She awake

Sitting upright, wheelchair

Blanket in lap

Covered & wrapped

Happily watching night

Life saunter by

The silhouette of a life

Once had her eyes


Today again I saw

On the way to work sittng

Up right wheelchair

Again wrapped fleece

Somehow still peace

With the way the sun

Had decided to set

Upon the hills

I always wonder what that

Last day was like


When you spend your first

Night alone

In the streets

That last week

Lost the last

Material possession

& the they city becomes

Your home

Wheelchair

& blankets

Purse wrapped tightly around neck

She said she’s scared to sleep

Cause she has medicine

On her

& there are drug addicts

Out here & she don’t

Want to get robbed

Still slobbled in rings & bracelets

Gold goblets of jewelery

Jesus this woman looks like

My aunt on the corner


How the hell did you get here

I ask her tonight the third times

A charm, I can’t just keep walking

Un alarmed

Is there something I can do

Just a cup of coffee all she asks

She loves coffee

Till seven am breakfast comes

And on Monday a bus ride

To her debit card


Home hospice maybe more

What’s a week or two the streets

She says

Then mentions she’s been out since

Thanksgiving of last year

Not even a tear

Just crystal blue eyes

Through looking glasses

Black pleather purse purched

Perfectly in lap

I hurry back home

To make a cup of hot coffee

With sugar & cream I ask as

I’m still at work

We breathe

What a world we live in

Today, somewhere I wish I had the balls


To say, come home

You can sleep in the living room

For the weekend

But I don’t, I just

Go back home where it’s warm

And prepare a cup of coffee

For the woman on the

Corner, waiting on Friday night

Till Monday comes to take a bus

To a place where she probably

Won’t find, until another time

She says her name is Cindy

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