Tag Archives: poetry

“Moments of Delight”

19 Sep

“Moments of Delight”

The saddest thing

is never sadness

but a lie cloaked in positives

for we: destitute

do too know moments of delight

there are two moments of delight

in these moments of delight

flashing in the clutch of candle flame

to put you out

in brown leather riding gloves

the horses catch the firelight

and the carvings

of our mahogany resting stead

did steer us far away from another dread

did save us instead

and let us know

moments of delight once more

in firelight flicker

the candles come and gone

but we love dawn in our resting pieces

numb moments of delight once more.


“The Heart of Our Nectarine”

9 Sep

“The Heart of our Nectarine”

Woods would do this?

Crumple the spirit in a tissue?

An issue leapt from trees in homes?

With ease in suits?

Flashes in card games?

While cleaning the souls of tigers?

While buttering the fortress?

Clean bandaids and lace?

Parted toenails, holy jeans?

A kiss from a snake?

The parted lips of a bobbing fish?

Drunk from underwear underwater?

Let’s make a memory today

to last the rest of our lives.

You and me.

Me and you.

The cider, the stove pipes, you,

knit scarecrow, faded damsel, you,

apricot, fig, persimmon, you,

forget me, acid, deluge, you:

drainpipe, steel pipe, haunted: you.

“Waterfall Canyon”

6 Sep

“Waterfall Canyon”

All minutes deceased,

but you and I have fought the disease

and drought and the doubted ones

we’re all we’ve caught

spells bring us back together

darkness coalesces around us

to never touch the surface

because we’re tougher

than the front lawn

of infestations,

the leather jackets of infinity

we were never here

or so they’ll say

without ever really noticing

snowy paths through snowy forests

because of our commitment

because of all this life we’ve held before

in the troubled two-steps

in lands far away from each pulse

in troubled pasts

in forgotten futures.

“The one black diamond in a sea of hate”

5 Sep

“Kisses on the Hunt”

25 Aug

“Kisses on the Hunt”

An addiction is a cure.

A craving: a promise.

Make me a home and safe.

and ponds for our love, dovetails

an easy exchange of medals

but your glory grew dusty

your prehistoric wings disused

who’ll need to regret

for people like me

for people like you

are comfortable with no one

it’s risen and raised beds

after diamond ring and bells do ring

under chandelier and champagne

the dull attitudes

shifting to a deeper boredom

one light is all I ask of you

in the bone-dry mountains

fed by an inward stream.

“Exist on a Prayer”

15 Aug
“Exist on a Prayer”
A hand holds a hand
through three dimensions
pressed through generations
of gestational twilight
of riverbed on riverbed
my rotten teeth
in gilded mirrors and perfume counters
are a drawbridge between fantasies
of your illusion’s breath
to tell your own fortune,
ancient and spiritual
only angels would kiss your blindfold
because hearts murmur
through the season of this afternoon
stampeded with moss
twin held hands through the broken
gold inside the heart of your pleasure
and it eases pressures to do so,
although tears in spring wilt summer ends
if we close our eyes into thunderstorms
and thusly quietly enjoy to cry.

“A House with Warmth”

14 Aug

“A House with Warmth”

We’re cold without you

Please come inside

There’s icicles in your eyes

Which I don’t want to be true

We won’t need to worry about you

The stables will take us

to light candles when we pass

I’ll crumple in your sheets

to smell your sweat

Your sweetness is the burning of the sky

Ride horses with me

Hold my brown leather hand

There’s stirrups come to meet us

And daffodil dresses come between us

Where crosses burnt your evil

Issues in the breeze,

enveloped in tobacco leaves,

humming bunny:

birth in blue veins, red veins

a cloak of desire

soaking up wet miracles.

“Whose Desire Slayed You”

10 Aug

“Will You Still Leave with Me Tomorrow?”

9 Aug

“Will You Still Leave with Me Tomorrow?”

You’ll be special

in memories of you

written on cold breaths:

a route of your choice,

a horse who knows no tomorrow,

a pet who leaves love.

I’m mice.

I’m marbles.

My bones climb to attics without me.

Come along:

we’ll skip the perfume counters

red bullseye parlors, targets at our backs

larynx and lynx eyes, radio silence

ends of transmission: we’re androids

running from a second chance

a wave that could’ve crashed differently

a deployment ritual

beyond the rivets of our design

or kiss me in the rivers

scents hold of you in strummed hours.

“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

7 Aug

“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

Give in to this authority

heed not the trust you wrest

from chests sincere

a look you give is cursed hooting

it’s backbreaking in the moonlight

and scary smiles bedevil

told to you in cute fish voices

when I look at you

the rodeos and windmills

ratchet us up telephone poles

the souls of wild animals

and we touch down at dusk

we touch dawn and landing strips

when I look at you, they take me away

in scribble me memories

for this is all we have:

faint notes, wounded hymns,

and hurt cockroaches.