Sunday, August 22, 2010

you are you own

i may place one word
at your feet.

call this your own
you may

believe these words
i gift to you trapping

you are,your
own poem

guarantees are for,the lost,
we live with
belief in possibility

Friday, August 20, 2010

you topple over
black and you in
puddles brewed
beneath you
let your dark side
in(to fear) with
your pathetic
(you are pathetic)
side.
if you wanted
to slice my face- if
you thought about
it long enough you
would hate my face.
giving away your
dark side.
i thought about
the end of it -
lengths and twists
forgot i
would not lend to you
oak oars
by lights to hear
only the story of you-
your hands clenched
and balled to death.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

corner stored

I sat to watch in silence,
the resting Wren

who sat to watch in
silence a young pup

who will one day
be without a grand

father clause to come
Happen chance would

be the superstition of any
beast if these beasts knew
they had been lured by morning sun

Monday, August 16, 2010

for rest

i should take

this pill

either or

neither one

or dream


where once trees

of long years were

raised, i have seen

cemeteries in their

place


we make room for

the dead. we make room

for the old. where

two lives tip

we've let one fall


softly

beneath the earth

sunken and whole

i picked from her

the seeds


of long years coming,

the sun children

who would one day

reach out as tall

as their gratitude


beneath them

the rotted earth

the musk and dirt

would lie those

forgotten and unknown

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Maggie before the Storm

Take from me
My mind
My soul.
Leave only that
Heart
devoted to you
devoured.

imperious

Still there is steam
left in this soul

Made a murderer
smile with a life

Saved is what i
used to feel i,

used and sold. Used
less and more to get

Solid oak for a smile.
It would be a waste now
to hold your breath.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

[y]our house

Across the water

this house

Built in the Spring


The year you left

This house, my companion

my therapy, My competitor.


I have had dinner in every room this

house, the porch being most beloved.

I have the Sun, a guest over for


breakfast, somedays He is late, and we

share white white heat for brunch.

One night, as two moons hung in


the sky, I sat on my gem of a porch

listening, to the water that lies just

across the field.


I heard them first, and soon without

realizing, saw them approach.

I watched them carefully so and I,


Crept inside the house creaking along

the door and boards, and sat quiet and

upright in my chair. admired


of the porch beloved.

The chair I built after this house-

It was meant to be your chair.


With Maggie, my rifle upon my lap, I

sat and watched a friend of Shadow

creep and slide across my floor


They peered around, eyes already

adjusted. Turned a neck and peered through

the barrel of Maggie.


Without recognizing I heard the

scream before the shot.

Blood boiling screams. Shrill, terrible


gargling a curse.

And then, only the water.

The river flowing from the pond.


Before I spread my fingers across their face,

in the Day's longest moment. I

prayed it would be you.


Your god did not hear me.

He heard only the blood river over

wood plains.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

sweet dreams

push, sweat, pull, stretch
you open the spaces,

i the eye, wrestling in place
dodging you,
you the stinging and
salty sweat beads shall
be bristled by lashes,

fallen to the floor
each splash a reminder
that true north lies just
between your ear and scalp

each ounce a tribute
of your tongue. an altar
to your lip

each barrel
an affirmation
that i would do anything
for you Maggie.

Monday, August 9, 2010

she was not just
another notch in his belt.

she was another
star in his open sky,

her celestial body
reeled in after the

million year harvest.
it was the hundred year flood

in which she was first noticed.
each one called her dazzling

each one called her reflection -
dazzling

it was a million years before we really saw her.
there were thousands that had her glow,

thousands before her.
there were hundreds that had her charm.
hundreds during her reign.
and ten or more that were more delightful
in their presence than she would imagine herself

i did not enjoy her because she was sacred.
i enjoyed her, because she was not mine.