You sit in a line, I see you
Each with a different hair style,
unkempt, yet perfectly thought out
You weep raw wounded tears
For me, for yourself, for your beloveds
Like a piqued adult, I sense your worry
The worry that you are not crying well-enough,
puffy-enough, make-up-smeared-enough
But it is raw, enough
It is from a newly formed depth,
a mark that will leave a mark, which
will leave a mark, maybe
And you will sing from it
You will dance from it
You will use it as both sword
and shield for the rest of your
life, maybe
But it is raw and it stings
and it wails, oh god does it
wail and scratch and burn
But I see you,
In a line, with your
hair unkempt,
holding each other close
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
It is morning. I glance up at the sky
I nod to her, acknowledging that she
knows the weather better than I
Our duels are unforgiving
She is graceful in her delivery
And I am left shoveling up the remains
Her coldness no match for my warmth,
my skilled hand. I create a path, boots
Weighted against the latticed snow
I remind her that though she has
a power to wield, I have my own
Perseverance.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Driving to you means
Deep, dark, dirt backroads
That smell like a late night
Bonfire party
The smell clinging to my hair
A lone party goer wearing his mask, losing his way
Driving to you means
Still, white, holy churches built
Before we claimed freedom
Houses standing perfectly
With eyes ablaze
Driving to you means
Letting the music quiet
And arriving
Home.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
//how raw the wound aches //
// i see you in the sunlight //
// wrapped in our used sheet //
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
what swallowing silence
a warm cup holds
in a space, a time and place
beyond reaching, beyond
satisfaction
handle your place gently
invite your containment
to sit
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
How still you sat//your face toward the sun//your belly exposed
Feline intuition//dipping into the cool water// but step you will not
Monks feed your fine belly//your lustrous coat
Water sings//with the breath of the trees//sensing bliss
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
The grey fox barks
every evening, echoing
the perimeter of its
territory.
The red fox cozies up
next to the brook house
making a friend with the
inhabitant inside.
The black bear sits
its frumpy *** on the
porch of a new homestead.
The trees bend towards the
Earth. Reminding each creature
of its transient position.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
i forgive the moon
for she does not know
the vastness of the ocean
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
a new thought is swimming
inside my cranium fishbowl
I see the colors swirling like
little koi in a man made pond
I am not allowed to touch
Should I slam my head against the
table?
Should I let the liquid spread?
or
should I quietly balance
locating my center of gravity
they say there is no use
crying over spilled...
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
dark i sit
with hands
carving a bowl
holding\\chest
digging dark soil
mouth filling with thick spit
lips seeping
moist air of solstice
darkness chatters like compounding bone\\shifts
beastlings drooling
tasting it. tensing root.
sipping in(to) darkness
exhaling bounty
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC