I huddle over the fire
Deciding what to do about the stew
Cold in his bowl
Again
I make a foil packet meal
That fails
Smores then banana boats
Then fiddle with my top button to itch at a scar
Can I see? He finally intones
I unbutton another and another
Then stretch the shirt to show the start of a thick scar forming beneath stitches
And the rest?
The first part is yours and so I show you your handiwork,
But the rest was all me
I button two buttons
I’ll speak it into existence
Because you taught me that’s what poetry can be
Pain and scars
I also taught you, he stands, to prepare and accept the wound. No matter who gives it.
Ah, but now you talk of love.
Do not fool yourself girl, all poetry is love.
All poetry is hell.
He bows, strings a couple arrows, then stands to read at the poetry reading’s podium.
I prepare for a wounding.
Tag: Poem
Missing Mania
Mania replaced by flatline dreams
Memories strobing over everyday
Harder laughter
Drained to late chuckles
He kisses me
I feel lips lips lips
I see now why pills
Are the devil
Anniversary
Turn turn turn
A diary of sunsets
Painful as
Pricking cat’s nails
Glorious as
love marked by the sound of utensils at meals
Laughter tucked behind ears
Undone
Greying bells over the fireplace
A beard on the mantle
It’s you!
I cry out, amused
You suture an answer in silence
Laughter has become rare
Hunting
Flatline of morning
Silenced are cicadas and crickets
Batwings tucked like prunes
I crawl through the sheets
Hunting
One final dream
Time
I speak of my faults
Like
They are lines in my palm
But
Destinies were never my thing
I
Push to the right
Hoping the guardrail will not be there
It is there
Everytime
You
Wove a spell of acceptance
You
Ran when I showed you my demons
Saying
Barbie, I can’t handle both fake and real you
Does it matter what shape this is in
Now that the wrecker is here
Yes
I’ve never been one big on
Pre-determination
I’ll hit the guardrail
One last time
She
Caged
She
is fierce and will rip you to shreds
Uncaged
In the jungle
She
will ignore you unless hungry
It is said
Her fur is worth diamonds
But we both know the rippling soul
Beneath
Muscle and tendon
Haunts the daily walks
You take with your dog
Death
It is all wrong til it is done
It is
Existing
And no hollering will undo its knots
No love will grace the brow into breaking fever
But how we relax at last
Into summers undreamt
And winters unwalked
How we relinquish
Even in a monkey grip
Our last breath
Death
Noble and unwelcome
guest to our will’s last
Day Zips Into Her Gown
Day zips into her gown
So often we forget to notice
She does it for the rhythm
The cadence of crickets
And oak
Okay, we tell her
You look okay
And the night continues to glisten
In cobwebs and honking frogs
Maybe one day
Maybe one day
She’ll let fall her hair
And ignite the drowsy drapes
Pulled tight over our bedroom windows
Down Again
patterns of roads
like diamond rattlers
swerve through the grass and sky
But down again
I walk them erring
In path and soul
Called lost again
Needs turn to wants
The ocean turns to salt
In my mouth and hand
I gladly stand
Upon the rock
Above the treeline
Here it is clear
Here I understand
But down again
I tremble
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