Poetry
calling for some rain
“They’re calling for some rain.” “We’ve had our share this month.” “Yes. But we need it, after the summer we had.” “We barely got any rain at all.” and we both looked to the sky for its promised answers for signs of an arrival I’ve never wanted to talk about the weather never wished be […]
a welcome home
This world of word’s drunken-stagger inadequacy and misconception’s begging-orphan poverty is the loneliest I’ve ever known; tho with batting eyes, and a silken show of thigh, she welcomes me home.
truthful love
Next time, bring your wine. Drink with me with til we’re sloppy– drunk with truth and love and hate. Say all the things we daren’t say. Laugh, cry, beat my chest with your fists. Then make hard, truthful love to me. Gnash your teeth. Take as you need. Feed.
one shall come
All is forgiven, ye Sirens. Tho I’ve black memories of my drownings, I’ve no hostilities held– where once you’d been. Still, it’s someone else’s turn to be loved; sing your song, sing your song, one shall come.
Furies
She’s a percipient mind– brilliant, ravenous, twisted, and just; I’ve watched its Furies disassemble a facsimile offered, stripping the carcass of even its marrow, its falsities discarded, leaving only my huddled madness, which had always been. When this was written, it wasn’t entirely true– the biggest part of who I am still not fully understood, […]
bookstore
at the bookstore we sat in wide, orange armchairs by the tall windows she chose a book from the shelf for me to write about Whitney Houston– as written by Whitney’s sister I think it was by her sister who knows.. I didn’t feel much of anything didn’t even open it but, I do like […]
sad haiku
the gas bill is due I mail them a sad haiku burning bills give warmth
symbiotic
In the time between, I’ve only words, clumsy creatures, falling over face-first, imprecise instruments, incapable of symphony. Still, I wish you might know how I feel, even if diminished by the bludgeon of words. While neither can be fully conveyed by herald, truth and love, symbiotic, are of the same atmosphere, breathing of each other. […]
beautiful things
two astride, as the trail is wide at the narrow, we divide I fall behind, you think it kind walking ahead, to scent a flower you find rustling within shadow’s gloom as you enjoyed June’s full bloom hungry eyes, consumed of fiery glow though, in your purity, you didn’t know there were things back there […]
ache
in all of us there is a thing missing there is an ache– an unspoken vacancy in the eyes’ glossy shimmer there is a sunny-day sparkle that doesn’t shine there is an absence while visiting other worlds or worlds passed there is a ring-planet place we’d all rather be but of which no one speaks […]