The little bird
You were a mindful runawayfrom a simmering home. The anchor still heavy.The chain a little longer. Pick up and run, my boy.Try out your tools.Unearned guilt needs no absolution. Know … Continue Reading The little bird
Pincushion
This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; … Continue Reading Pincushion
My fear
~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they … Continue Reading My fear
Child of mine
~My child What will you take up in your hands and see as good Will you see the falseness of sold things meant as a siren song and worry little … Continue Reading Child of mine
Until then
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
In shadow
At bedtime, those dark blooms in her room. In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup. At lunch, in her rusted car, the depths of her purse. The tunnel vision … Continue Reading In shadow
Getting used to it
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
Asleep in sway
Refuse in the oceans. God’s things caught in its mire. In a come-lately penance, I think of small atonements, futile fixes. If a poem had power, had sway, or could … Continue Reading Asleep in sway
Out of control
They come to hurt, at inopportune times. Finned and fishy notions, marauding like sharks- hammerheads in teapot oceans. I’ve a head full of dark, as I drive. Under a rainy … Continue Reading Out of control
Serendipitous
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush … Continue Reading Serendipitous
In thrall
Dreamt figmentspushing the day’s white envelope; conducting a march of left-footed circles. I am no Joker, I do not think. Image: https://pixabay.com/users/spiritbunny-16389/
Glitterati
The immediate- awash with musts and can’ts. The distance glitters.
Seconds
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
Nonchalance
Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have … Continue Reading Nonchalance
In song
An Aria for the Sky A Hymnal for the Earth An Anthem for the Ocean A symphony for the Sun *** Image from Pixabay
Two rooms
We sleep separately (good neighbours that way) I plug in and am known as Vader. The motors of her snore are like a cheetah’s purr and, of late, she reports … Continue Reading Two rooms
