reading your poems
this website provides a lovely service
giving the unspoken a megaphone
(even though it's set to one)
many of you are young
thoughts about lost love
about who's who to you
it doesn't get easier, but
at least you can write here
feel safe, loved, famous
like the lust you lost
these pages will fade
a burning candle in a sea
of misplaced memories
so here you are
reading my poem
didn't have to
but did
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Shh… Shh… Shh…
Shh… Shh… Shh…
cars hush by pale sod mounds of urban fields
odd Sirens sing while small plush bits of skin fall again
autumn brings the tree-cricket trilling in
and roads of dead asters in brown brush…
Shh… Shh… Shh…
Shh… Shh… Shh…
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
here the grass look up brunette trunks, branched arms flex their
form is calm, spindly fingers bloom their open palms
there they reach for spreading clouds
encapsulated sounds of gentle leaves, green noise
orange hues through cherry waves of grape and lemon, sweetened
pecks of the sun set in amber—morsels of melody, snipped bits of
things in canon
contrapuntal
sprouting airgerms
fugal, fungal
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
our window whispers
quiet, low
murmuring at most
breathing slow
there will be time
to know what knowing needs,
time to tell our darkest dreams—
save those thoughts
if the sun does not rise
warm our bodies between the blinds
I want to say I held you in the still
waiting for the day
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
a not-so-special tree
sat on
that not-so-special floor
inside our trailer.
maybe, driving by
mumbling to themselves,
most would call the scene
forgettable, I suppose They
might think it ******
but
that not-so-special tree
meant everything to me,
meant waking up late,
meant snowmen and might mean sweets,
foil-wrapped chocolate from the belly of our wooden rudolph.
She hung him high.
He hurried home
with kerosene for the heater.
something was for dinner—
fuzzy memory: folding t.v. tray
in front of the box—
I remember melting kisses
carefully with the kerosene
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
gentle
dripping
water
droplets
whisper
by the
window
clanking
wetted
clothing
tumbles
back and
forth and
back and
stops to
fill with
water
shutting process
lagging
dragging
until
muted
quiet
reveals
the rain
again
better hang up the undryables
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
she is lovely
a bit crazy for details
but at least she cares.
small frame
arms that wrap for miles
squinty eyes
no brows
all smiles.
will work to play
cook in ‘waves
or take us out
to share her pay.
simple
thoughtful
quirky
probably *****
radiantly charming
sometimes smothering
but never annoying, well
maybe a little, but she taught me
to be strong
independent
overbearingly anxious now and again
but sweet and funny and no, mom,
ice cream doesn't make everything better
but the people you share it with do—
have I told you lately...?
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
I am,
through the arduous
but never purposeless
search to sing the song of
life and live out loudly,
like you.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
the worst part of life
we spend in a straightjacket
with one cuff undone
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
n u m b. . .
My
w a l l s
a l
l cage l
l a
s l l a w
solitary
obdurate C
S Y
E C
L
circadian,
inexorable. Crimson orbs see every-
thing. Flaccid thoughts lay helpless
on my bed.
The
lovely
lull
of
blinking
f fl fli flic flick flicke flicker
f l i c k e r s f o r e v e r.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC