I never hated Mondays
like he did
this do-over
this fresh, rain-soaked
village of a day

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fireworks

last night’s dog day
in sweaty angry silence
melted into sweet morning
lime tea words
over cups, with a
steamy cover of regrets
and guitar strums balm

we cannot have it back
can we, that sweet
close smell of together
amidst shooting stars–
stepping out of our place
to face the world
again, with secrets

is it me on your mind
when this song plays–
1989 is a meteor
and all our hopes
have got to be enough
to shield us, if
you do not turn to salt

I want to hold you back
replace the air mattress
with a comfy bed
and all your favourite things
I want to hold you back
but that is not what you want
or need
and I want what you want

a boy left home
and became
a man of two shores

Monday random: silence

  • I am going to say this right out, right now: I am uncomfortable with complete silence
  • The reasons for this are varied, but most come from childhood and are fairly evident by poetry regarding the same. Rephrased: enough said about that.
  • This week I was under the weather, mostly I think from allowing myself to become rundown
  • Plus after a particularly rough patch, I followed it with a great deal of sugary snacks, which we all have come to know are poison.
  • I did not go to the doctor, but I did doctor myself with water, vegetables, fruit, vitamins, sunshine, and colloidal silver
  • and sleep, which I am still working on.
  • I just can’t get enough, but I am trying

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Green promises, and clouds

this oasis
green promises of June
that never miss
robins cardinals blackbirds
on all sides
in four part harmony
and behind
a four lane highway
just as inviting as
this breeze in my hair
welcome
after the hottest part of the day
is past
waiting for
the sherbet-y sunset
to see the moon
create diamonds on the water

awake
the birds are early
they must know something
besides the dark
how peaceful to listen
to know God hears
every lonely chirp
from my heart

What are you afraid of?

do anger and arousal
live in the same body at once
at war with the one
we can not live without
feeding off of one
needing us most

scavengers, all
vultures in our midst
how do we not fill
that white hot hole of need
walking away
from a sure thing

maybe because
we fear fire
even
animals fear
in the midst of
instinctual hunger