Monday, March 29, 2021

What a little word is death



What a little word is death,
What a bitter worm.
A worried, cold bit of earth.
Sorting chills from warmth.
A settled solitude,
A silent berth.

But I’ve dug my way out of holes before,
So what would be once more?

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Inkling

 I held her close

And she was soft and warm

And she smelled to me of home.

Not one from which I'd come,

But one where I could belong.

Monday, November 09, 2020

(Further proof that it is time to sleep)

 Every day I find myself slipping further into the darkness

A little closer to the rope that ends it all

A fainter voice rasping through the whimsy and the larkness 

Frayed thoughts taking the role of a harridan in full bawl



Thursday, October 29, 2020

A Snippet of Sniff

Good god, ain’t you buoyant 
For you float above me
And I soar any time I catch hold of you

Friday, July 10, 2020

Merely Roused

The wind kicked me in,
it took my breath with it,
rubbed itself up my spine
and pinned me down with its lies.
Then it whispered away
And the drowsy quiet returned.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

(untitled)

I wish you were up,
That I would roll over
To see your eyes staring back.
That you would run your fingers
Into the dark cobwebs in my mind,
Work your fingertips into the tangled thoughts
And pull at them, untying my day, easing the night away.
I wish I could wrap you into my arms when it’s blustery out.
To burn as a beacon guiding you home when you storm,
Find strange crockery that somehow sings to me of you,
To be strong enough to move your couch in.
Couching meaning in pidgin argot,
Fused from shared memories.
To dress the nape of your neck
With warm whispers
Far after white whiskers
Grow over long.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Love Under Quarantine

From six feet away
Our fingers won’t touch
And your perfume is more lysol than lilac,
You have found new ways
To hide your smile.

But your eyes seem so blue,
Poking out above your surgical mask,
Peeking through the shutters in your bedroom,
Making this more tantric
Than I’d intended,
Standing on the street below.

As the world rages around us,
A tragedy of mistakes taking
Thousands of lives
Just an hour west of here,
But so quiet in these gentle breezes
Waiting for the quarantine to lift.
Wanting to draw you near.

Sunday, February 09, 2020

The Space I fill

As I amble around, I ramble on how
My soul feels like it is about 80%
Of the size and shape of my body
And it bangs around loosely inside
With a bright, aluminum clatter.

See, you glisten grace from every pore
Where I drench meanings over every word.
And where you wrap your body in a phyllo of style,
I exist in my head so thoroughly
I forget I even have a body.

But lately I’ve wanted to muss your hair
And smudge your lipstick, just a little.
Because something in you reminds me
Of the space I fill in the world.

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Splicing the past to the future.

You write all these happy tunes
Because they suit your voice better
(Much better than they suit me)

I'm stuck writing crappy poems
about growing bitter
With my over-simple rhyme schemes.

AB, CB, baby.
You see what I mean?
Maybe you'd be happy
With me,
It's a possibility.

But here's another night up late
Feeling fate pooling at my feet.
I try to hold it in my arms, and
It slips through like wet noodles.

And I fear you'd be too
Skeptical for this
Omphaloskeptic
Haruspex, anyway.

Sunday, September 22, 2019

An Updated Subconcious Coincidence

You were in my dreams last night...
But you needn't worry.
You were only lost,
And asking for directions.