The little pieces
reverberating

carries more than a share.


I knew nothing
until I knew

the terminal part of you.


        She continues dreaming
     in stage 4 of REM. The acquisition
        of all known things
    is built on fragility.

             Harsh realities stay as nothing
             and memories are all we have.


             He sips an empty cup
     m m m... pretends it's wine.

        He looks at her that way.
        

   How mighty fine we are
   to see the fullness of things.

that artist who brings red roses to his mother's front yard everyday.
He stifled a drunken rebellion
in time for us to sleep naked under comets and Jupiter's eye.

I never knew what became of his sister
or his wife.  He makes
the most beautifully haunting music,

the way the tell-tale heart beats under the boards.
I see him in black
against falling snow and a brown path.

No one ever thought to ask him what happened to his neighbor's dog,
or his newly manicured lawn. But there he is
each morning, walking down the street; and we greet.

I sigh each time he bows his head
and tips his fedora to cover his eyes as we pass each other,
hoping to see him again.

There are worse
things than lack
of your    stuff.

It's difficult, but
all that stuff
you want, really
isn't worth me.

I could say...

make love to me
and touch me here...there...
etcetera.

I probably shouldn't.

Some things are better.

The pin point

ready to

implode


               I had my fill

               of pawprints on snow

               and cookie cutter dreams


Twine and hemp

left hanging by the big      bad       wolf

full of red

and dry meat


                                   Let sleeping dogs      sleep-

betray

                                   their post                and I

                                   shall walk               away

i believe
it isn't love
it isn't bad intent
but it is full of the self

it wasn't intended to hurt anyone
or to rule over anyone
greed
and self-preservation
brought fear
and bred anger

it made you do things
and destroy others
enough to bring down
families

you will never know
the terrible consequences
of what you perpetuate
as long as you get
what you want
everything is collateral damage

i can believe
there were no ill
intents
only ill
effects
and

they will come for you.