.
Sadness drapes my shoulders
in black clouded blisters
dropping hazy shadows
at a bus stop called nowhere
Blank stare passengers
read out of date magazines
as I sit on the first step
tossing quarters at pigeons
having bird *** in the park

I watch as my fingers twist around
a kite string seeking merely a breeze,
arctic or otherwise to drag me down
the potholed one way street
that leads past your door
Skinned knees and a bruised heart
outline the address where
I once felt welcome,
at least the mat said so

When I hear my name called
over barking dogs and lawn mowers
in need of tune up
and as I look above the silhouette
of the man I used to be
I see myself, choking on his dreams
in a "deliveries only" alleyway
littered with false destinies
and realize I am home

I cannot care for you
Dragonfly
If you can't care for yourself
Broken cloud
And all the love I gave
Silent tomb
Becomes wasted
Little one

I think
it is best
that I
lay this ghost
to rest

If I
Am truly
Meant to
Be haunted
Posessed

Her spirit knows where I am
I'll reach no more
Unless she's reaching
I'm not waiting
I'm ready

There are those seasons
Of the life
That a happening unfolds
When a poets table turns
And
The life in the living
Is
An extended group of
Events
Each one
A profound poetic moment
Shaped of divinity and vibration

Cold, smooth and gleaming.
Your body jests me with
My own reflection. Each
Key and note releasing your
Voice and song till you speak
Louder than any human.

Aged worn lacquer glimmers
In mirth as notes as deep as
The everlasting ocean
Are released to waltz upon
The air and embrace my ears

With its melodic magnetism.
Fingers on valves moving
As if all the time in the world
Were allotted to this one
Tune. Each note clinging to
The ear and whispering

Sweet nothings. Light seems
To emanate from the bell
As the melody draws itself to
Its grand finale. Each note
Punctuated till…..

Gasping. You lay there
Gasping before me. Each
Breath strained like the
Earth was laying on your chest.

Unfocused eyes glazed across me
Looking at me like I was a stranger.
Each blank glance causing a crack
In my glass heart.

Words circle me like a predator.
Cancer, terminal, stopping treatment.
These words wrap around my throat
As they close in for the ****.

I start to gasp as my world fades and dims
Till only the tiniest drafts of light
Invade my sight. The words tighten
And I know in my heart, they’ve won.