Voice so low;
M. Lightstone,
she drawls from my
white pickup's stereo.
With nowhere to go,
and barley a home,
spliff after spliff with my wife.
Oh, so romantic a night.
Huddled and tight.
Air-mattress delight.
Cheeks rouge-red,
we should be in bed,
whispers in the dark.
But the car's been on too long,
and her hands look so strong.
M. utters sultry literature.
Boot prints in snow,
on a gravel road,
we make our way back
to our daughter.
Perhaps tonight,
I'll return to delight,
that is M. Lightstone's
midnight radio show.
Nocturne, I return.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
The sweetest of moments,
are still yet to come.
From the depths of despair,
to a bittersweet slum.
In the darkest of nights;
a moth to a flame,
a ship to a light,
I'm calling your name.
In dreams and in memories,
and in memories of dreams.
Sand slipping through fingers,
water flowing down stream.
I'll miss you forever,
I've made peace with that.
Hair of the dog,
tail of the cat.
All is forgiven when mourning the living.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
A different kind of meditation.
Drinking black ink into black pores.
A way of settling the score,
with oneself.
A shadow of doubt,
for whim or for clout,
leeching and dripping from the rusty spout.
Through pain and through triumph,
head beating, heart bleating.
When can we do this again?
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
Like a drop of sun,
on my tongue.
Change blisters like
scorching summers.
Different seasons,
different lovers.
Missing our kin,
missing our mothers.
Under the weather,
under the covers.
Sleet black tears,
****** sheets,
ringing ears.
But we've gotten over
our biggest fears.
I see you silent raver,
quaint in the night.
I hear you secret lover,
out of mind out of sight.
Bathe in darkness, reign in light.
//
I am no longer among the fallen.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 10:49 PM UTC
I think I must have writers block.
Because I can't even talk clearly.
There are no words in my mouth. They don't drip from my tongue the way they used too.
Everything is always so cloudy.
And I feel like I like it that way.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to cry.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to feel.
Except for when I do.
When I break down,
shaking.
My love wraps her arms around me,
comforts me.
And yet I still feel like a failure.
Drowning sailor.
I need a new sense of clarity.
Breaking down can feel like
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 11:24 PM UTC
The depths of the pool,
A silence unlike others.
Strange faint echoing.
Feeling limitless, weightless.
Savoring, then ascending.
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC
Sweet Summer time breeze
It's been a rainy season
I'm not complaining
The droplets on the windows
Remind me of better days
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 10:30 PM UTC
I miss driving with you.
Cruising down summer roads,
any roads
music up.
You ask me to
play you music that
I used to play when driving.
But I can't remember
any of those songs.
I miss the feeling,
the feeling of the steering wheel
beneath my wrists.
Miss the sounds and smells
Miss the feeling of being carefree.
We need a car of our own.
So I can drive you around
again.
My drivers license is sitting unused
after years of abuse.
I want to be your driver,
be your chariot.
There was something so sweet
about the in between moments.
Something I thought only I noticed.
But she noticed too.
In her minds eye.
She sees me see her,
hand on thigh.
I just want to drive her again.
I want to buy her a Mercedes Benz.
Just to chase those moments.
The ones in between.
Between home and destination.
Between heart and palpation.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
Words are,
words are personal and stupid
all at the same time.
The only way I can say anything to you is
annugh nee nee gannufgh fgha
Just kidding.
I made that language up.
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
"Can you please stay until he leaves?"
I slip the note to you across the counter.
You, take one look at the man, crumple the note and nod, stuffing the evidence into your pocket.
Me, loose lips and sweaty palms.
Shifty eyes on the guy who will not leave.
You, make yourself comfortable,
take up space.
You are loud.
You make the man feel unwelcome.
He leaves,
I breathe,
you come up to me.
"What the hell was that?"
Me
in tears,
not in tears.
Shaking with fear,
fighting for breath.
"He makes me really uncomfortable. He has said things to me that are, disgusting..."
You ask why I still let him in.
I tell you that my boss doesn't get it..
because..
because..
"Because he's a dude." you say.
"Because he's a dude."
You look me in the eye and tell me that you would never let anything happen to me, that your husband is in the car outside and it would have gotten serious if it needed too.
We have an unspoken bond now.
Her and I.
Thank you.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC