a crow piddles
with a puddle of
flattened remnants
so preoccupied
the crow almost
becomes a puddle
itself to trickle down
the city street drain
into the sewage
stomach that vomits
its vile bile Nile
into the lower wetlands
where crows dress
in formal black and
call for banquets
of puddles to piddle with
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Saturday, March 16, 2019
Morning steps
red light
of the previous night
gives way
to light of a new day
each step towards
each station
each office and room
is a heartbeat
to keep beating
a breath
to keep breathing
a wound
to keep healing
a hope
to keep feeling
whatever the worry
that's carried
each step
is the lifting
of those burdens
the comforting
of fears
the relief of tears
each step
is an opening door
a chance for more
a calling that
can't be ignored
and though some
heartbeats stop
and are called home
each step is never
taken alone
Monday, March 11, 2019
To breathe
you can't claim
what isn't yours
but what isn't
you are the descendant
of stars
that died for you
their light still lingers
in your soul
even when tides
ebb and flow
from your eyes
the ancient glow
escapes your flesh
and remembers how
it was tears of gods
falling in the emptiness
and colliding with
the dark
how each tear shattered
and was thrown to
the infinite edges of existence
by love's gravity
and how memories
often become dreams
and how you dream
of deserts far from your tears
how you dream of letting go
of painful wants and fears
but most of all
of how to remember your
very first choice
in the here and now...
to breathe
what isn't yours
but what isn't
you are the descendant
of stars
that died for you
their light still lingers
in your soul
even when tides
ebb and flow
from your eyes
the ancient glow
escapes your flesh
and remembers how
it was tears of gods
falling in the emptiness
and colliding with
the dark
how each tear shattered
and was thrown to
the infinite edges of existence
by love's gravity
and how memories
often become dreams
and how you dream
of deserts far from your tears
how you dream of letting go
of painful wants and fears
but most of all
of how to remember your
very first choice
in the here and now...
to breathe
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Collection loss
his glasses on
the nightstand
under his window
to the world
his wife was
still alive
when they
were new
and he swears
her image still
swims in the lens
now and then
but he doesn't
wish to look back
in his departure
he knows he has
gathered all his
life in a tightly knitted
though worn out rug
on the floor
of his mind
he's sat there often
enjoying the varied hues
and intricate pattern
when the nurses
only saw
a despondent patient
sitting in silence
he knew that the rug
would have to go
and had started already
with its unraveling threads
and the swimming image
of his wife in the lens
of his glasses
well that would also go
he would become
her new sea to swim
until one by one
each of his drops
would rise into the clouds
of all those before
he was ready to unravel
ready to evaporate
and rain down once more
and like his window
to the world
he was ready to shatter
in a late July storm
the nightstand
under his window
to the world
his wife was
still alive
when they
were new
and he swears
her image still
swims in the lens
now and then
but he doesn't
wish to look back
in his departure
he knows he has
gathered all his
life in a tightly knitted
though worn out rug
on the floor
of his mind
he's sat there often
enjoying the varied hues
and intricate pattern
when the nurses
only saw
a despondent patient
sitting in silence
he knew that the rug
would have to go
and had started already
with its unraveling threads
and the swimming image
of his wife in the lens
of his glasses
well that would also go
he would become
her new sea to swim
until one by one
each of his drops
would rise into the clouds
of all those before
he was ready to unravel
ready to evaporate
and rain down once more
and like his window
to the world
he was ready to shatter
in a late July storm
Friday, March 8, 2019
The theft
the lane was lined
with empty houses
draped in time
the night lightly
blanketed the air
as we passed by there
the lane ended at
the ledge of a broken bridge
where I dared to tarry
but you pulled me back
under the shadows
of the towering time-
wrapped homes
lining the lane
your eyes told me
I had nothing to
worry about anymore
your touch asked me
if I wanted to stay
as my bowing head
replied to your chest, "Yes!"
we ended up at some
corner store where you
knew the owner and
told her you would
pay for what I had stolen
your embrace reminded
me I didn't have anything
to worry about this night
as your lips said,
"Besides, stealing isn't nice"
with empty houses
draped in time
the night lightly
blanketed the air
as we passed by there
the lane ended at
the ledge of a broken bridge
where I dared to tarry
but you pulled me back
under the shadows
of the towering time-
wrapped homes
lining the lane
your eyes told me
I had nothing to
worry about anymore
your touch asked me
if I wanted to stay
as my bowing head
replied to your chest, "Yes!"
we ended up at some
corner store where you
knew the owner and
told her you would
pay for what I had stolen
your embrace reminded
me I didn't have anything
to worry about this night
as your lips said,
"Besides, stealing isn't nice"
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