.Ancient forest-
wood and stone.
A doorway open,
a boy alone.
Summer's slumber,
a feathered choir.
Comparing her
to stars on fire.
Cracked clay horses,
a dried lagoon.
A place to sit
and talk to the moon.
Sweet Spanish moss,
roots in the sky.
Not suitable to climb-
I'll never fly.


"You cannot save shadows for a rainy day."-redbarchettadrive ♥.

I saw my toes the other day.
I hadn't looked at them for months.
Indeed, they might have passed away.
And yet they were my best friends once.
When I was small, I knew them well.
I counted on them up to ten
And put them in my mouth to tell
The larger from the lesser. Then
I loved them better than my ears,
My elbows, adenoids, and heart.
But with the swelling of the years
We drifted, toes and I, apart.
Now, gnarled and pale, each said, j'accuse!--
I hid them quickly in my shoes.

They will not be the same next time. The sayings
so cute, just slightly off, will be corrected.
Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged in
the more securely to the worldly buzz
of television, alphabet, and street talk,
culture polluting their gazes' dawn blue.
It makes you see at last the value of
those boring aunts and neighbors (their smells
of summer sweat and cigarettes, their faces
like shapes of sky between shade-giving leaves)
who knew you from the start, when you were zero,
cooing their nothings before you could be bored
or knew a name, not even you own, or how
this world brave with hellos turns all goodbye.

She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn
To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor
And to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog! Good dog!"

We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.
As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skin
And her heart was learning to lie down forever.

Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed.
We found her twisted and limp but still alive.
In the car to the vet's, on my lap, she tried

To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.
Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,
Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.

Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shame
Of diarrhoea and had dragged across the floor
To a newspaper carelessly left there.  Good dog.

True love like never before,
Laid in my arms.
Bringing a world of passions and desires,
Gratification comes.

The world that I knew not, you brought me into,
Of tales of love and everlasting songs.
We danced and we laughed,
Words of love, from the heart.

But the love that came, swiftly drifted away.
The pain that entered, inevitably, it stayed.
The days without you, were long and cold.
Copious of thoughts, reigned through my soul.

Like the butterflies that flew,
They were never meant to rule.
Flooded the sky with colors of light,
To the ground they fall, as they withered and died.

Reeking havoc upon your words,
Snickering, laughing, sneering away,
Making you feel like lowly cattle terds.
This is my goal, my joy for today.

Hope you go now to cry in your bed,
Hope you’re depressed by what you’ve now read.

I mean to hate, I mean to harm
I write with disgust and hatred for you,
Ending in my fingers from my heart through my arm,
Your poems a joke I hope you die too…..

"And your very flesh shall be a great poem."
-Walt Whitman

And your *******,
Like mountains over the course of eons,
Will rise and fall
With your quickening breath.

Your breaths can outlast time.
Your voice can topple empires.
Your sighs are intoxicating—
I get drunk off your words.

Words fall pathetically short.
One thousand poets and scribes cannot
Express to you a single drop
Of the ocean behind my lips.

Kiss them, and drown with me
In a sea of our own creation,
A world where love is no longer trite,
And poems about it are
Dangerously revolutionary.

We will be pioneers amongst lovers!
O! we will be pioneers!

We will travel the globe under the guise of night.
And I will cross the planes of your back,
The valley between your shoulders.
I will rappel kisses off the cliff of your collarbones
And over your *******, which,
As mountains enduring but an instant of eternity,
Will rise and fall
With your quickening breath.

And we will stand against time itself.

And it will crumble beneath our gaze.

And we will outlast eternity.

Because we are pioneers amongst lovers!
O! we are pioneers!