"taxied" poems
I made it to Nashville in time to kiss you on new years and we could exploit our chemistry and invoke our alchemy like cheat codes when the level got too hard and we were low on extra lives. We could get through this. But your phone was already off by the time my eerily empty airbus taxied into your city. I hit my knees alone in a sea of people counting down in unison.
My heart fell with all those lonely shiny ***** that find their welcome is worn right as the party is really getting started.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
When my life doth touch down
On the other side, haply, at night:
Will I be welcome with a frown
When taxied is my earthly flight?
Here my stay may so unpleasant be,
But there shall be a place of utter joy
Save if i was by choice heaven-free
And had yielded to the Devil's ploy.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 6:46 AM UTC
While her plane taxied,
I had already entered a sort
of personal sarcaphogus,
built to contain the click
click click of this radiation -
errant atoms in caustic traces
throughout the salted air.
It's a mechanism, keeping
me sane in the face of
this sorrow of her exit -
I walk in dazes, and joy
falls away in strips
like bark from a sickly tree.
So I count the minutes of the days...
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC