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What Lies Beneath
What portal beats beneath this breast
An effervescent tangled mess
That breeds dis-con-tent dusk to dawn
A jagged quilt so poorly sewn
But pass the threshold and you’ll find
A need to pick up crusted dimes
And buff them out to shiny new
And place them with the sacred few
A yearning chasms midnight deep
Is my love, that raveled heap,
To disencumber would reveal
The truth that cannot be concealed
That with each step I’ve ached for you
My cowboy in the faded blue, who
Long since passed to other realms
You haunt the fields and woods of Elm
Should I but glance you 'neath the trees
I’d gladly follow where you lead
Through gossamer that veils the door
As crows above cry, “Evermore”
It’s that one tiny, miniscule, smaller than an ant’s ass, bit of hope, that keeps me tethered to this world.
Sometimes I wish I could just stamp out that mother fucker… and leave
It’s that somersault ache
That wakes me at 3 am
Reminding me that I’m alone
That i have no home
It spreads till i am consumed
And the room becomes my prison
Cursed to remain,
God, you’re in my veins
Ghosted I go insane
As the sun twists in the trees
Peaking through glass
I sigh…and rise
Today is new, gifted few
So while clouds creep into view
And i am edged in pain
I will embrace the rain
Till I can breathe again.
“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”
— Unknown
Not by choice a gypsy soul,
New York,
blue ridge mountains,
panning for gold,
then a Prairie's fierce wind
tugs my heart, takes ahold,
before it casts me away
for a copper I’m sold
to the edge of the world
where I sail on the waves
made of flotsam and seaweed
sun-salt bakes me for days,
Where am I from?
The 4 corners I roam
Still searching for you,
for with you…
I am home
You walk, cotton candy pink
on white frothy tulle,
Today towards tomorrow,
A yellow feathered future,
dotted with diamonds and
tiny turquoise kisses,
I wish you indigo, violet, red,
And so much green you can
drape a world with fields
of butter and bales of blue.
I am gray,
You…two rainbow snow cones
On a summer day
Tap tap tap
Bone on bone
Scratching
Flesh
Off aching
Wounds
Tap tap tap
Knock once
I’m gone
through
open threshold
to fields beyond
Tap tap tap
Rain
lightly falls
I lift my face,
hear
Heaven’s call
Home across
The river stix
I tip
The boatman,
but the journey’s
fixed
Distance Ain’t a Thing
Heat rises from my skin
searching for yours,
A fire stokes
the spaces between,
Why are there spaces between?
There should be no distance
We cannot breach,
Words tangle,
Tongues twisted in a
A tumbler of tantalizing ambrosia,
And scratched texts
That reminds me of
Ninth grade notes
Scribbled in the margins
Of adolescent lust,
Steamy and rich and endless, and
So fearless, so young,
We would travel anywhere
For a six pack of Bud
And love…
When did you get so old
You couldn’t move the
Miles it would take
To remove the places between?
Allowing that fire to burn,
And those words to melt
And that cocktail to drip down your throat
And settle in your hands
That roam their way … here
Just get in your car, baby
I’ll pay for the gas
A wish in the fountain
Throw a penny in the fountain
Dyed indigo blue
My wish takes a dive
And comes up with you
But only a shadow
You’ve been gone way too long
You’re a tough lonely cowboy
In s sweet country song,
And I’m off on adventures
Chasing the sun
Diving off of the moon
Riding stars to beyond
the horizon
where the Buffalo roam
And your riding the range,
So I’ll never find home.
Solitary Storm
Pink morning sky
A blush before it peaks
through the screen
of my refurbished room.
I curl into my sheets
A solitary spoon
Catlike I stretch
Before the plum
turns tangerine
an effervescent dream
The sunshine
warms the seams
Of a seemingly innocuous day,
Yet mother earth’s caress
Unblemished noblesse
invites the memory
when you laid here with me
Your fingers tracing tracks
salt trickled down my back
As words wove endless vows
that buried in my bones, now
abandoned and alone
Left to plunge the great unknown
The sky turns silver gray
Light divides the day
A storm is on is way
I weigh the umbrella in my hand
The one with iridescent rainbows
embroidered down the band
And walk into the storm
An acrostic poem whose last word is spelled out by reading the first letter of each of 6 lines.
Before you I
Reposed on my
Earthy throne,
Awash in clovers,
Too tender to touch,
Hidden. Forbidden.
Yet there you stepped and stole my…
Bagatelle
Pendulous,
Between nothing and nought,
No thoughts
of me,
A void in our mellifluous universe,
I am clear, without sound
Unbound – Unraveled -
Unexplored -
My cheek to the floor
for the beetles to chirp,
Coleopterans that bellow
oblivion
are silent
beneath the boards,
For
they know,
I am the darkness…