The fire was black, today.
Ignited with the blood
of a man
who's someone else.
After it died
the coals danced purple
and snickered into
the nothingness.

Wind blew pears off
a tree
causing them to
fall sporadically
atop a shed's metal roof;
acting as the
night's percussion instruments.
The man pondered
the fragility of human life
and of applesauce.

A poem by my grandmother

Oh, I am so lonely for someone,
Who will love me and who will be true,
Whose tender caresses and kisses
Will change my dull skies to gay hue!
Someone who'll set my heart Singing
A song that is merry and gay;
Someone who'll tell Love's old Story -
Oh, someone, please come some day!

For me there's no sun in the heavens,
Though for others it brightly beams;
There's no twinkling star in the night time,
To guide me to sweet Land O' Dreams
If someone will tell me he loves me,
My sadness will quickly depart.
Oh, Someone; Please come to me
Someday, and bring joy to my lonely heart.

• • •

You don't need someone to admire your Galaxy with all the stars and comets.

You need someone who will find the beauty in every black hole and super nova you created. You need someone who loves you in your darkest

Venus and a sun-dog in the setting day
a signal that everything's gonna work out,
okay?

botanist at the table behind a wall of succulents
telling me fungi
stuff
and the way they fixate
the soil
for plants to grow and eat
okay.

summertime there are no fields to plow
we're all off anyways
searching for happiness in a kiss
in the promise
of a long-lasting relationship

titanic orders, but that's only a myth
to Smith
maybe not the rest
they're blessed
with that floating boat of happiness

a mean end, that stuff
no means of ending that
they laugh and dance
a quirky ritual
I still cry at the loss
of innocence

goodbye kendred soul,
pass off the torch to a new you,
and bit a sweet adieu
to you,
in the way we both behaved
stumbled our way
out of the garden
and on into the earth.

For what it's worth,
I see he'll be
everything you dreamed
he could.

It's been so long since the last entree
I've been stuck, lost my scribbled sheets
my mind is empty but fully chaotic
of words unsaid, unwritten, undone.

Can someone reach out?
I'm drowning, falling deep
I'd like to be saved,
I'd like to be spared,
kept safe in the midst of crowded lies.

My soul is caged,
locked down by frozen dreams,
******* by unfinished poems,
tortured by crumpled music notes.

I want to be free;
where my pen can write the words,
where my lips can speak rhymes,
where my heart can finalize songs.