sideways through the door-
way
i stay that way
a crooked direction
makes everything clear
usually you go back
and left and forward and left
and left again - the curve
of a branch goes on and on,
and snaps sometimes
in a sudden way
the force of the wind
a fat owl
a heavy, wet snow
a leaping child
has made it to the top
and now the tree
waits
Friday, November 27, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
nothing, everything
when nothing appears
not justice,
not a friend,
not the sun.
you dream, you think
of something
a star, a thought
of the person you last
shared a coffee and cigarettte
with outside in
the rain while your coats
became soaked sponges
absorbing each other's
conversation
so much
that the rain
ceased to exist
the next day,
cold under a bright sun -
coats fluffed and warmed
you walked,
arm in arm
in the park
everything was there
not justice,
not a friend,
not the sun.
you dream, you think
of something
a star, a thought
of the person you last
shared a coffee and cigarettte
with outside in
the rain while your coats
became soaked sponges
absorbing each other's
conversation
so much
that the rain
ceased to exist
the next day,
cold under a bright sun -
coats fluffed and warmed
you walked,
arm in arm
in the park
everything was there
not hello
sometimes to say hello hurts
and it is better to hide behind
the aisle, underneath the nearest
counter or anywhere you will be
cloaked from the vision of the person
who you know that you want
to talk to
but shouldn't
and it is better to hide behind
the aisle, underneath the nearest
counter or anywhere you will be
cloaked from the vision of the person
who you know that you want
to talk to
but shouldn't
Thursday, November 19, 2015
letter painting in the fog
a soft index finger spells
out a frosted message
on the fogged window
a gift
to the world
from the inside
of Mom's car
a dandelion waits
outside my window
one day he will pick it,
hand it to her
write her a message
in the sky
out a frosted message
on the fogged window
a gift
to the world
from the inside
of Mom's car
a dandelion waits
outside my window
one day he will pick it,
hand it to her
write her a message
in the sky
Sunday, November 15, 2015
the abbreviated drizzle
the drizzle drains off the
light coat of sidewalk grime,
leftover dew from last spring
a tear that has pooled at the
end of your eyelid,
finally falls away.
you are blessed by
a tiny water droplet
and 2 hydrogens
I remember Chemistry class,
when I first discovered you
light coat of sidewalk grime,
leftover dew from last spring
a tear that has pooled at the
end of your eyelid,
finally falls away.
you are blessed by
a tiny water droplet
and 2 hydrogens
I remember Chemistry class,
when I first discovered you
up, away, you
further than i have been and towards
the future I am immersed in a sea
of memories
but will not drown
entrenched in the sticky mud
of guilt
reaching out for your hand
once our fingers touch
happiness
surrounded by air, life
tomorrow
the future I am immersed in a sea
of memories
but will not drown
entrenched in the sticky mud
of guilt
reaching out for your hand
once our fingers touch
happiness
surrounded by air, life
tomorrow
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