January 28th, 2012
November 1st, 2011
Gumbo of Drugs
Heartbeats like humming bird wings
I see you dancing on pink elephant dreams
I smell amoxicillan on your lips
not covered in chocolate for cheap heart-shaped boxes
but the touching taste of tiny grains
I can hear the loud pink of it
even Alecia Beth Moore can taste it in Philly.
I don’t see you dancing on pink elephant dreams
dreams elephants pink on dancing you see, don’t I?
Forever Alone.
The event of your dreaming is caused by your waking.
Don’t take life too seriously; you’ll never get out alive.
The beautiful bastards of death
sing with you to thy resting faith.
Dine on humming bird wings
the dragonfly hides her eyes
uniformly unconscious.
The direction you seek is found where you aren’t looking.
Vis-à-vis , mon aime.
The clock says it is tick-tocking for you.
Swirling in the wrong direction the gray shapes can no longer balance
between your soaked sheets.
September 7th, 2011
Marydale
Trees dripping in Spanish moss
shade the home of a child’s heart.
As if torn from fairy tale pages
it is tucked away
a haven resting at a distance
safe from the weight of asphalt and gas
beyond a gate no man can pass.
Playground for just the girls
mosquito bitten princesses in training.
This journey has requirements
what you need to survive
checked off a list
tucked safely in a trunk.
Here there are guardians
witch named beings of great knowledge
filled with rebellious, energetic youth
to teach you the rules of the land
and oh what magical creatures live here!
The warmth and flow of horseflesh
only before seen and read about in books
now suddenly touched by bare hands.
Warm breath, watchful wise eyes
tired, hungry souls
no longer a fantasy.
Dawn and dusk
the song is sung
the flag is raised, or put to rest
we remember our fallen
we sing for their glory
over rumbling bellies
unhappy with the delay
For our days adventure has
conquered all our energy.
Ghost stories around a fire.
A lady in white
rode at night
to find her prince
and paid the price.
There!
Do you see her there?
Riding her white steed
Past the Eagle trail
straight into your bunk!
Just guardians playing a trick on their charges.
Traditions are serious business.
Personalities are defined
in a place such as this.
My mother left me here
ignorant of prerequisites
cub up a tree.
Where homesickness became a definition
quickly forgotten in songs
and laughter.
Remembered for that quiet instant
before exhaustion of joy
quiets you off
in sweaty a nights rest.
Does this place remember?
Only artifacts remain.
Mark our spot on wooden posts.
We Were Here.
Does she miss us
as we leave, seemingly forget, and never return?
An ache of time
a history built of those before me,
before you.
An ageless experience
passed through adventure
captured in song
and fractured pictures
time becomes memory.
I linger there on occasion.
Such a sweet, temporary time
sad to come, sad to go
and somewhere in between we find
strength in lonely division.
Those times will never be again
not in this place, and never quite like that.
This is the place I ran to.
A better part of who I am
and I give it to you,
daughter
In hopes it becomes
a part of you.
Memories of You
Shadows flicker in too bright lights
unwanted, undesired dark reminders
flutter without warning to the back of my head
questions long unanswered.
Why? is the core
possibility of reason
history, time, past or present — no answers
a decisive path picked from limited options
permanent solution to what temporary problem?
rumors, tales as vague now as then
ounce of reality
What unspeakable pain did you suffer
could no one hear the cries?
fear of unknown apathy
whose fault? the answer
it died like the oceans wave’s desire for earth
rising
reaching
grasping
falling
gasping
pleading
drowning
drifting
lost.
Faded pictures trapped in the flood
shadows left behind in place
stark white faces in lonely distances and she followed you!
invited no solace to ease her pain
a pact of Lucifer’s angels she signed for you!
Heavenly hellish fate? A choke hold of a joke.
preteen editions of Adam and eve in fire and brimstone?
together now in soil, ha! Not even the same plot of earth!
mocked now by geography, physical separation of biology
your infection rotted her core
you cannot ROT together.
What would you be now, above us all? Better than the rest
considering your point proved
You sure showed them!
you showed us all…
which suffocated thought was the last?
fear
doubt
denial
confusion
remorse
reconsideration
too late
a shuddering halt to your last breath.
Was it of her?
Of the mistake?
That she’d soon be to follow?
That we’d all be sorry?
Now you’re nothing!
aspirations to be the meals of worms.
Waste of a Child
the innocent potential of a scalpel
kill or heal.
An alternative universe might prove a validity of your fears
dark horrors perceived in life to create the pain to excuse your choice,
the path worse than the cliff you jumped
just another mouth to feed.
This world will never know
stolen opportunity from a universe that welcomed you
brought you life, sunlight, pleasure
nothing could sustain you?
Nothing but you
could sustain her.
Whatever the reason , cause
Whatever meaning or excuse
your chosen path was forever
selfish blood of two hearts on your hands
Wish my mind’s curiosities would quit lingering
on a hunt for inconsequential, unobtainable answers
If only I could remember your faces.
