Blurred street lights cast a
hazy reflection on the
city sidewalk. Its glowing
particles gravitate to your
glossy trench coat, bounce,
then gently disperse. We stride
through waves of gelid wind but
in your aura I am warm & calm.
Your cheeks appear smooth like buttons,
& I, like a curious kitten, am eager to press
my paws against them. But I do not.
This is our first night we have walked together.
You were a shooting star,
short lived but spectacular.
A streak of guiding light
in an aimless night.
& in distant skies
I still see flashes.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
It took 7 dates,
But it was worth the wait.
When it finally happened
I could have sworn
that I saw explosions from
synapses firing beneath
the surface of her
bewildered
eyes;
My lips brushed
against
hers,
pressed tightly,
then
narrowly withdrew.
Incense
tangy & alluring,
smothered the air
between us.
I could not breathe!
I did not need to.
“Take off your sandals,”
She said.
“Feel holy with me.”
The thunder of trumpets rattled the red sea of blood in my arteries.
A chorus of shouting thoughts compelled me closer to her.
I laid a hand on her cheek, & stroked the contour
of her torso with the other. I felt us trembling,
but in my arms the gentle ripples
from her skin dissipated & I
Drifted into calm.
Our walls had collapsed,
& in the clearing beyond the rubble
& melted silk heartstrings,
I found promised lands.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
A feeling buried
beneath
spoonfuls
of time
pleads for resurrection.
It paces within
the confines of my
ribcage. So sweet
and horrifying it is
that it still lives on,
aged & twisted.
I wanted this
love to be
put down.
There was no
future for us
with me here
& her there.
We were in
different places,
in more ways
than one.
She begged me
not to do it.
“It will only hurt more later,”
I said with a grimace,
pulling the trigger.
My heart wept as
& my body shook
to the sound of
goodbye.
& so at a private funeral
I buried my love,
deep within me,
thinking it was dead.
But it were merely
wounded.
When it woke it howled.
Now it whispers.
I wonder if, across
the ocean, it is alive
within her as well. I
wonder if she wants me
to hold her as much as
I do.
I do not know
& may never.
All I can do is keep
shoveling spoonfuls
until one day
I drown out
the whispers.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
6:00 PM
The songbird sang
As it always had,
Mellifluous and free
Up in the apple tree
9:00 PM
The cicadas shrieked
& the wind howled
As the setting sun
Drew blood from the twilight
12:00 AM
Shadows absorbed into the night
Lingered in a foggy patch,
Mingled with the gelid air
& muffled a shriek.
3:00 AM
There she lay,
Pristine as a summer’s day
Her soul swallowed by dark
& pattered by the rain
6:00 AM
The songbird sang
As it always had
Mellifluous and free
Up in the apple tree
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
a lustrous moon glossed in mist
shines on impatient lips longing to be kissed
while a thumping heart drowns in the dark,
weighted by a romance devoid of spark.
her heart is as restless as a dove,
starving for infatuation & love.
his heart is empty & cold,
living life only to grow old.
the hazy contour of slender hips
dissipates as candlelight is extinguished by his lips;
her quick footsteps & the click of a door lock
are drowned by the steady ticking of a clock.
tonight she spreads her wings to fly,
eager for takeoff & sweet goodbye.
unchained, she is finally at ease.
abandoned, he shrinks to his knees.
He cries.
& so she flies...
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
gnarly wooden tentacles
itch at Earth's gritty soul,
puncture its spongy surface,
& descend into the deep.
the strands of juvenile oak
maneuver the hickory soil,
strangle desolate tectonic pipes,
& ravenously slurp the dwindling liquid within.
this is how it began.
slithering branches hiss at the sun,
& suffocate the placid sky in
crusty juniper leaves;
like infantry banners they flutter
triumphantly in the erratic, apocalyptic air.
beneath them lies the fractured animal kingdom,
scavenging on rationed rain and sunlight
drizzling through the foliage gaps;
this is the cost of conquest,
punishment for a war unwisely waged.
humanity spurred by ambition
falls victim to the wrath of the forest
& subsequently into eternal darkness.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
raindrops weep from my window
to the tempo of a heartbeat,
splatter on the sill,
& fall before my feet.
pitter patter, it goes...
the tranquil gleam of the moon
casts a velvet glow upon my wall;
an unbridled gale rattles the glass
& the raindrops continue to fall.
as they coalesce, a puddle grows...
my weary soul reflects in the dark
with palms pressed together tight,
confused & misty eyed,
seeking sanctuary in the light.
in its presence, i’m alright...
But drifting fog swallows the moon
as the chilly wind shifts direction;
i’m consumed by a wolfish darkness,
& mournfully abandon my reflection.
yet another wanderer lost to the night...
& so the wall no longer glows
& the puddle only grows...
am I drowning?
God only knows.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
*coats of dust & pollen settle
on an unoccupied desk;
clumps of rust sprout
on faded typewriter keys.
marmalade pages with
elaborate strokes & scribbles
shrivel like mango slices
suffocating in tropical heat.
a dozen lolling envelopes
with awe inciting addresses
from San Francisco to Shanghai
each wither like aging flowers.
the room once gleaming in
luminescence now hoards darkness.
brandeis blue curtains drape
the windows, stifling sunlight.
sober emotions linger
in the thick, musty air;
overripe creativity decays
into the unwashed floorboards.
rhyme, rhythm, & reason
of the mind cease to bloom;
curiosity & inspiration fall dormant
in a chilling, thoughtless winter.
the mind of a former poet
is an unkept garden;
an Eden of ideas abandoned
in favor of myopic trivialities.
though unattended, the
garden is never barren;
cultivate your imagination &
you will always harvest beauty.
**it’s never too late to pick up your pen;
water your mind & your garden will grow!***
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
*sleep tight my darling;
as you nestle in the comforts
of your blanketed nook,
may the complexities of life
subside as you drift into slumber,
dissipating to nothing more
than tiny particles of dew,
benign as the gentle breeze
blowing past the curtains
of your windowpane.
embrace the serenity of sleep,
for tomorrow will bring new treasures,
each more beautiful than the last,
& a future more fulfilling than the past.*
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
she held my heart within cupped hands,
caressing its leathered, crimson skin.
with fingers soft & swift
she peeled it layer by layer
littering the ground with rose petals.
she loved me,
no
she loved me not.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC