there is all this tissue before
The Heart
poorly guided fingers Reach
turning stones in their wake
freeing half-formed ideas
wading through
pools of inhibitions and
Fear and --
then
there is a Sunset
cheek-to-cheek with Missouri hills in the distance, tickling wildflowers with
bated breath
as you
Approach
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
there wasn't much of a struggle, only
a few words exchanged, one
shot fired and
no one died.
my body remains, but I lost
my dominant hand, my left
foot
I learn to write again --
my hand grows steadier
with practice each
day
I lean
a little more to the right
than I used to
& the view from my window has changed.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
from the first kiss of the day
to the last kiss at night
we smirkingly wring the grey waters of
Logic & Reason
from our Passion
(so that it smells like
newly-washed old
bed sheet
deeply rooted in
Hole-y Memories
Faded 'I love yous'
Nostalgic 'We've done this befores'
and
Hopeful 'Let's do it agains'
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
where will your eyes lay me ?
on the edge of our bed, where years have folded our skin together
in a filter of light
or in some dark place that has yet to find us
in the damp afterplace of things unresolved--
I picture you turning,
my transgressions braided, trailing behind as your steps grow more and more sure.
--last
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
in hibitions
these little horses we have yet to
re-saddle
--ride
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
beige sits in your skin, layers in
various shades. sometimes I mistake it for
pink, in the shadows
but no
mostly just
beige
--void
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
last night I had a poem inside me, I lost it on the highway
in the Christmas of red and white continuous light
on either side
there were other thoughts, in other cars - their webs spun & ready
the wind beat against my window, holding the tail of it --
"there's still time"
but I just looked back at you, driving.
hands sure, your unsmiling lips somehow
still holding,
kind.
and remembered this sizzling, poppin' n' fizzing
feeling
and could have written
pages and pages and instead
just
burned
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
I want to lay blankets over your head,
Hold a flashlight while you read my palm, my wrist my elbowmybreasts
I want to pay homage to your chest and
It's many rhythms, 3/4, 4/4, 5/4
Whatever, I don't know anything about timing,
Or I would have met you 6 years ago,
Before she broke your heart so that by now perhaps it may have grown
The size of this room we share
Instead, for now I'll hear you out in whispers
and in quiet
morning conversations
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
new day,
old men and
every hour
retains their listless exhaustion;
half-hearts beat in their chests.
"The sky is bright today," I say, making
small talk.
"Don't worry, " he says through a concrete smile,
"we're tinting the windows tomorrow"
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
dressed in shadowed blues,
ashed hues
you sigh --little whisper of wind from your
caves and you think it is
the deepest your chest
will ever sink
don't know how you sit, curved in
with that !sky overhead
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC