I see your face when my eyes are closed.
Your smile; a secret of upturned lips.
Your eyes; the brightest stars,
Yet darkest, blue ocean.

I hear you in the silence, when my heart is a
Thump,
Thump,
Thump.
And in the loud roar of my conflicted mind.

Years have I known you,
Years I've adored you.
Perhaps even loved you?
Perhaps in a place other than here.
Or in a time other than now.
Years apart, unknown to you
That my thoughts keep a memory.

I thought you knew.
I'm pretty sure you did.
What I wanted, I made known.
What I want, is still unspoken.

But I see you in my blindness,
Hear you in my deafness,
Keep you in a hazy dream.
And hold on.

Haiku Hibachi;
A syllabic restaurant
With chicken fried rice.

With much protest and annoyance
Backed up to a marked wall
Gauge joy with graphite lines
Escalating in modest steps
Time passing without haste
Lines increase inch by inch
And before you can grasp the moment
Little joy grows up

I collect disappointment like...

a DVD collects scratches
a shelf collects dust
detectives collect information
a car collects rust

a memory collects pictures
the past collects hours
a house collects memories
a grave collects flowers

a bee collects pollen
a flower collects dew
a cake collects candles
my thoughts collect you…

Sometimes...
I feel stuck. When I'm thinking I'm in the groove of a long-play record, spinning around and around, slowly moving towards the center, towards the end of a series of songs that must play out to be complete...it seems to be merely a rut; a perfect circle; a singular track that keeps me trapped where the beginning meets the end and the beginning of the end is ahead and behind but nowhere in sight.

But sometimes...
I see that the needle is merely skipping and just needs adjustment; the arm needs to be picked up and the needle set back into the spiral taking me ever closer to the end of the last song, to a completion of the story the songs in succession collectively tell.

All at 33 1/3 rpm.

I don't want to be a
sometime thing,
in between a
seldom seen and
just something
until something
better comes along.

I just want to be an
always thing,
just outside an
always there and
your everything
when everything
better is long gone.