Crazy Leaves Bruises

Posted: January 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

You became my obsession
grit in my gut churning up metallic gravel
a mouthful of mechanical watch gears
I spit them out every time I try to speak
I cannot explain myself
standing mute before you
broken pieces of time dribbling down my chin.

I could not stop thinking about you
how you vexed and charmed with equal finesse
would not listen to reason
only language I could speak
speak from the heart you said
and when I did it made us both crazy
you perfectly at home with crazy.

Crazy unmoored me
having suckled dysfunction from needy nipples
knowing how crazy leaves bruises
and though I have lost all feeling in my limbs
I am not inured to pain
perhaps the only way I can get you out of my head
is to let you into my heart.

Lonely Tuesday

Posted: January 5, 2019 in Uncategorized

Lonely Tuesday, fan spinning slow stirring up small breezes,
a little tickle in the air, dust motes dancing in shafts of sunlight.

White smoke twirling and curling joining in the dance
a minor key rendition, old time music of the spheres.

Time and place feel unattached to unbidden memory
but I recall precisely: June thirteenth, our new home.

I remember you said you like Tuesdays,
called them the week’s best kept secret.

Lounging in your sapphire silk robe biting into a red plum,
grinning as skin snapped, juice trickling down your chin.

I said I like Friday because it’s an end and a beginning,
week done, weekend a promise, an unspoiled surprise.

Such diurnal idylls make good stories of good times,
love and languor, a remembrance of romance without drama.

I recall another Tuesday, uneasy voices revealing other secrets,
front door slammed shut, footsteps fading out to the street.

Memory Is Singular

Posted: December 15, 2018 in Uncategorized

A gesture recalled in the moment
a kindness I forgot to extend.

Am I the only one who remembers?
How do you not recall each priceless second?

The embrace of an intimate amnesiac
leaves me cold and empty.

This is not melancholy this is recognition
letting time trickle through my dry fingers.

Frantic Spirit

Posted: December 8, 2018 in Uncategorized

Having tested the limits of physicality
having tasted too many flavors
taken too many bites
drunk too much wine

sang too many songs
climbed too many trees
swum too many rivers
loved too often though never well

I then pursued a life of the mind went mad
fell back upon my heart which promptly broke.
My spirit stood on the sidelines
waving wildly to get my attention.

I cauterized my wounds with truth
which offered no comfort.
But wounds heal and though I inflict new ones
my frantic spirit never stops trying to signal me.

Triggers

Posted: December 1, 2018 in Uncategorized

I hear music and take flight
air climbs inside my nose
I fall into a deep well of memory.

Have to remind myself this is the good life
keeping in mind the underlying premise
none of it is real.

          Triggers act as a kill-switch
          a built-in flaw in the matrix
          self-defeat the only exit
          from a self-defeating system.

The clock tocks when it should tick
I zag when I should zig
space between molecules allows breathing room.

          If I concentrate on essence
          and forget form
          I can slide right through.

Jungle Dynamic

Posted: November 24, 2018 in Uncategorized

It’s a fact of human behavior … observable truth of the first kind
how we ignore what is around us … chase after the wrong thing
it’s about timing and chance chance and circumstance
comings and goings on an ant farm populated by apes.

Toss human nature into the mix and it is what it becomes
too often exactly what you thought it would be … more or less
erratic movements describe a pattern beneath chaos
underlying order vast and unempathetic.

In this mathematical Serengeti we embody jungle dynamic
… cherish and protect our young until they join the herd
becoming one more among our number
all in accordance with laws of nature.

Death of an infant birth of a star
… that’s the universe for you
we just live here … go along get along
it’s no wonder we behave this way.

It’s Like Love

Posted: November 18, 2018 in Uncategorized

When you surprise me it’s like love
then I’m not sure I know you
when you defy my expectations
you are not my Frankenstein monster
I am not your creator.

The times we danced not by candlelight but in fire
our mutual friction making of our love pyromania
and when the fire died down we remained sentient
animate objects capable of feeling affection
within modified range.

We redesign ourselves
extend our gauge parameters
invent better versions of ourselves
this is how we torment and delight one another
this is how we repurpose hunger as love.