Nameless

your eyes appeared in the glass

a flash of lightning in the mirror

reflecting into my chest

mine met you before yours

crashed into my gaze 

I was a sun licked lily petal

in the July sun

melting as candle wax

into the bleached grass blades below

my absent breath carried off

my heart in a waltz out the door

leaving my statuesque soul

in the grips of the moment

eagerly snared as we stared

into the tunnel of our recognition

it was over quickly in its eternity

and just as you came

you left as mysteriously out the door

taking with you my hunger

and your name 

African violets

 she grew these plants

with leaves that had the finest hairs

they were velvet to his touch

and most mysterious when he came to visit

his mother cleaned the grower of these plants

house, and the boy and the elderly lady often 

preoccupied each other while she did so

the woman's house was already

an intrigue to the little boy's mind

being situated near a pond with trees

that seemed more like a sea and jungle

to his young blue eyes

and the toys she had in her possession

were better than the other ones

he would find at the other houses

his mother would clean

I mean, she had a castle with

knights, and royalty, and even a dragon

but on top of that, she always had a bag

of chocolate chip cookies waiting for him

made by her own hands and put away for

special days, such as when he came to visit

and though his mom was there to work

he was there as a guest and made sure

to be on his best behavior

always listening to what his hostess had to say

and he remembers that talking softly and singing

to your plants makes them grow, still to this day

Owls

 the owls whispered something

in the night

the other night

in the woods where wind was dancing

the arms were reaching

and fingers trembling

between the trunks

and shadows lurking

the owls whispered something sweet

in the fire light

the other night

when neighbors were passing

down the street and vanished

out of sight

after the sirens had sung their song

and twirling lights had come and gone

the owls whispered their sweet ignorance

they already knew

before questioning who

 

Hitchhike

 it's just a moment

when all has dimmed

a flicker of sun flitters

through the trees

catching your light flesh

in the darkening world

I'd let you hitchhike

for now if you ask

the night is lonely

without the moon and stars

and this road, well

it just doesn't see many cars

and I'd give you all

the past again if you ask

the breeze still whispers

what we had missed

it's just a moment

when the final rays

settle on your eyes

blinding me to you

daring to step in the dark

so far away and out of view

I'd let you hitchhike

giving you my feet for your shoes

and my heart for your drum

letting you thump around

in a life we once had

The importance of windy days

 it starts with a tickle

on the back of your neck

the movement of those tiny hairs

in the slightest breeze

that arouses the senses

the stimulation just the same

to make you plant your toes

where you stand

when all the chaos swirls

around you

news of the churning plastic ocean tides

or pandemic fears

or children's tears 

in the face of starvation

or simply broken appliances,

flat tires, and speeding tickets

whatever the whirl the wind

will turn and shake you with

your toes have been planted

and those roots grow deep

and deeper yet with each

and every windy day

Pleased with pistachios

 he sits eating tree oysters

remembering the time

his mother would fill

a small glass vendor 

with a black cast iron leg

and red jacket and cap

from his first memories

she would always choose

the same hard tan beaks

with their jade green innards

to top off the glass tank

not very appealing to

his delinquent mind and wants

he much rather had had 

chocolate covered in vibrant

thin candy shells or the

same vibrancy in gumballs

but alas the mechanical thing

was diminished in his mind

due to these things he snacks on

these things that fill his break

with their tiny snaps of their jaws

revealing the gems within

though empty with some

leaving him feeling cheated

but still pleased with pistachios

Bloomfield

 I watched the marble

as it slowly rolled along

all the lines of your heart

the whiskey kissed words

that dribbled from your lips

might have been my 

preferred poison

but you set me adrift

in a sea

inside your glass

and I had no idea

how to tread 

there was such sweet release

in giving into those words

in breathing in that liquid

in sinking to the bottom 

of your chasm

the dark pit of you

I would gladly

douse with kerosene

and strike a match

Tristful dream

 the orchard was fully fruited

but once picked 

the peaches quickly rotted

the rot we drink

and are drunk on

and it keeps our eyes shut

doors to the heart and

windows to the soul

blanketed in ice cold

a bitter kiss of lovers

lost or family feuds or

strangers traveling through

the beds we seek comfort

in sleep or sex

or naps lapping our lives

licking away the days

left on these shores

waiting to be eaten by the sea