the best day of my summer
was of course, spent with you.
yet all we did that day,
was nothing new.

we went to lunch
at the end of the pier,
surrounded by ocean
Catalina was clear.

you took something from me that day
without your knowledge.
i did the same to you-
we needn't acknowledge.

since that day on the sea,
i've not been the same.
i gave you my heart,
and you gave me your key.

where the poetry
seek
to write again
thus
to find good light
through the
patch black den
while
to write
upon this
paper with pen
but
to find good light
from the soul within

Right there doll,
hold that position,
wait one minute.
Ohhhhh that's right.
Maybe two.
Let me get the lighting
on your precious skin
just right.
Fight it.
Strike it.
I want to shoot you
deep in that pose.
curl your toes.

I used to watch the old boats on the river pass by  
Now with a haunting imperfect balance
Of light and dark
Black and white
Peace and war

Numbness

Nothing heightened
But Nothing blunted

I went to see her.
The skinny doctor lady.
She tested my blood.

She tested my mind,
While waiting for the blood test.
Severely depressed.

I knew that, of course.
I have known since I was nine.
Just confirmation.

I told her my pain.
That all-over, horrid pain.
Everywhere. Always.

Fibromyalgia.
Silent, Invisible Pain.
It makes so much sense.

The blood tests came back.
Her drawn-in eyebrows furrowed.
I'm diabetic.

She looked so worried.
I am nearly anemic.
What else could go wrong?

Dejected, she said
I can't have children. Ever.
I am broken now.

Invisible pain.
Emotional. Physical.
No death to stop it.

running through dim light
street alleys and courtyards
frantic/find shelter from the approaching storm
its on top of us/imminent
threat/the windswept city
will crumble above us
separated immediately
after the rush of anxiety
from the dream beings i felt closest with
alone at the end
in a mosque i find myself
refuge/lightning blue
flashes through the windows
illuminate the assorted
panicking peers

with each grounding of energy
building quakes foricing people to the carpet
holding onto each other
but i stand and wander
across the broad floor
beneath the shaking frame of the door
to a room without a wall
where i watched a lake of liquid fire creep forth

the holiest man came to stand beside me
we both kneeled by the rising shore
heads turned upward
looking into the core
of the tornados swirl
we placed our hands on the surface
my flesh singed but his glowing skin sank smooth
out of the magma he bore two rings of gold
and placed them on each on my longest fingers