Homesick for unopened boxes packed in a rush before the next storm would surely come Covering roads leading out, preferably, permanently south It's been cold here too long Like their hair in old pictures I didn't mind the recurring memory of him pushing her head through the wall until hearing confirmation that it hadn't been…Read more Pry
poetry
Perennial Passion
Every year The memory comes Of bloodshed, death and rebirth The long drive from here to there Where eyes bore warnings for untold miles of required silence against protest, planked boards and fallen angels who tromped alongside him as he walked towards predestined ruin She spewed truth like afterbirth From his speared side Man alive!…Read more Perennial Passion
Forty
Aches and a universal rule Perpetual acceptance The welcome mat across the threshold of the universe Greeting, meeting each new day with a yes and know Grace, like the unconditional love from a dog, a god whose perrienial acceptance, freshly joins us in each new moment You're here! You're here! Be here now with me…Read more Forty
Joy De’spite
Jaune ballon In spite of me Crooked crook Being Disjointed joined the day Seized in confining Paralysis A permanently paused life We wanted to count two Beyond limitations To taste life, like you To touch life, like you Walking, talking, living Free The unintended rebellion Jaune ballon Perched on the warm breeze towards a heaven…Read more Joy De’spite
The Thing Is
Bigfoot put to bed Thing 1, 2, 3 split between the angry woman with the stubbed toe, nose outta joint, no me in family, objectification was all she knew. Did the best they could. Let you hitchhike. Told you to forge it, forget, forgive, focaccia. Swear to God. It's not my fault I never wanted you.…Read more The Thing Is
Cardboard Box
The mint mouthwash and vitamin C On Sunday mornings signified Return to cinder On the burning street They'd take her food, sleep, peace Possibilities She'd come to collect in the blaring porch light gathering plastic baggage Under the stares And familiar scent of a cold cheek Everything we store away must be addressed Return to…Read more Cardboard Box
Balancé
Waltz, two three Balancé Between extreme polarities Screaming right and wrong A little of this or that A soundless, graceful shift from here to there Set to ancient music Disturbed By condemnation of discernment The I in ignorance Fearing to lose that which cannot be lost Temporally misplaced Where have I put them? Where could…Read more Balancé
