Blemish

Early morning stillness

The rusted out dumpster

Behind the local grocery

Holds the promises of love

The tap tap of rain on cellophane 
Really mourning illness

The busted-out lackluster 

Remind with vocal sorcery

Old is the ominous ‘enough’

The apt rap of reign on ball and chain
A few black spots

And couple dropped petals

Instead of clutched to breast

You rot giving no pleasure

The picking and pruning’s love’s lost labor
A view lacks plots

A decoupled, cropped unsettles

It’s dead if touched to behest

You wrought gifting no leisure 

The licking and preening sloughs last savior
Take these discarded roses

They’re not perfect

These second chance tokens

No one is perfect 

And we all deserve a second chance. 

Summer

I’ve basked in the warmth 

Of summer days

A golden skinned child

Faced sunward 

Heliocentrically tracking 

The star’s arc

Childhood friends standing 

Tall as sunflowers 

Photovoltaically kinetically frenetic

Darting like hummingbirds 

We drank the nectar of youth

Denying tomorrow’s existence 

Invulnerable in our naïveté 

We walked the wire

Between boy and man

Eventually the rain clouds move in

And I learned to enjoy

The time 

To think

Sediment 

Take the tap

Hammerfist it into the base of my heart

Turn the spigot 

Drain the too-heavy-sludge, the sediment

Press through cheesecloth 

Boil my blood into syrup for your paincakes 

Wear good gloves

A single scratch and a mad hatter you’ll be 

Moments too heavy

They lay upon the cloth, dull like lead

My soul’s poison

Dry it in the oven’s heat until powder

Fill the urn 

Sprinkle it in the woods in a hollow log

Tethered I’ll be

Until the day the moss purifies the mecury

Then I’ll soar

Binary 


Crazy old man

Greasy spoon

Corner booth…alone

Speaking in tongues 

He knows Magic is real

He’s seen the beneath

*          *          *

She’s sitting passenger side

Sun has dipped beneath the tree line

She closes her eyes to the strobe

Sunlight…shadow…shadow…sunlight

The flickering activates optic nerves

*          *          *

He’s said this passage a thousand times before

This time he stresses new syllables 

Empty corner booth no one but waitress notices

He tipped everything he had

*          *          *

Latent memories from eons ago

Press at the back of her closed eyes

She weeps, knowing her path as clear as day

Her mistakes, her victories all led her here

*          *          *

He is twenty-two again and ground falls away

His true love sits next to him, holding his hand

The Ferris wheel stops with them on top

The world stretches out before him

He can feel in his marrow it’s a different world

Close…but different and he doesn’t even care

*          *          *

She opens her eyes

Leaning over she kisses her boyfriend’s cheek 

Her left hand releases the seatbelt 

Her right reaches for the door handle

She’s airborne for a moment then…

Nothingness

*          *          *

He kisses her hard and deep

The air rushing around them

They make their descent

He feels weightless

*          *          *

A neon light flickers overhead 

Light…shadow…shadow…light

She’s sitting in a classroom

Graduate level organic chemistry 

She’s top of the class 

*          *          *

Off…on…black…white

Right…left…love…hate

Matter reacts differently when observed

Reality is subjective 

In another world we are in love

In another world…a zero transposes to a one

Fatherhood 


Early this morning, hours before our normal wake up time, he woke up crying. His crying had peaks and valleys of sobbing and screaming. I picked him up and drew him close. 

I spoke soothingly, “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Yes.”

“It’s okay baby, you’re bubba is here,” I assured him, as I rubbed his back. His crying quieted and I could see he was starting to drift off. 

Then, just before dozing back off, he brought his face forward and kissed my chest. I smiled and was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Tears rolled down my cheeks. 

In that moment I felt whole, that I could be the father he needed, and simultaneously I felt the loss of my father, who passed just a couple years ago. I also felt the gratitude from my little man and knew that, despite typical two-year-old behavior, he was becoming the kind of person I’d hoped he would. 

Every day is an adventure that I look forward to. 

Decay

He had only ever known

The dark side of the moon

Absolute zero his home

A continual state of gloom

He was but a mote 

And she a mighty titan

His heart was smote

But how life did brighten

She stole fire from Zeus

A passion’s mighty flame

She became his muse

And He offered her his name

Some things are meant to be 

And others are not

She and flame went from he

But smothers naught

For though Promethium left

She certainly left her mark

Love’s half life a premium bereft

Radioactivity’s a deadly spark

Lucky for him he’ll be okay

And wrap himself in love’s putrefaction 

Because he’s not afraid of decay

As it’s an exothermic reaction

 

Vinegar

You think you’re beautiful now

But you were beautiful then

You felt insignificant

A single grain of sand on a beach

I leaned in and tried to count your facets

Step out of the shade and into the light

Squinting I counted them one by one

I gave you my strength which you took

You propped yourself up for another

You imagine he’s made you beautiful

You consider yourself grown because of him

You think yourself the perfect partner

You were always beautiful and perfect

Your growth is a smoothing out of your edges

You’ve covered yourself in paint and pillows

Adept at avoiding the eggshells 

He enveloped you, hiding you away

Control is not caring

Love shouldn’t be a labor

When you no longer satisfied his ego

He spit you out and moved on

Take off the pillows, wash off the paint

Bathe in a tub of vinegar

From pearl back to a grain of sand

Take my strength even if for another

Intersect

Inspiration

A flash of lightning 

In a state of entropy 

The mind digs

It cradles the amber

Boring to the center

The rock candy blood

Of a cobwebbed understanding 

Mixed with cerebrospinal fluid

Spun around the mind

With centrifugal force

The DNA mapped

An intersection of similarity 

A ‘what if?’ moment

A graft taken hold

A tree of 40 fruit grows

The lightening is gone

Thunder rattles the windows

1,001 a cyberspace odyssey 


I just want to thank you all for bearing with me on this journey. I appreciate every one of you. I celebrate the number only as a milestone of connections of likeminded people…all on a journey of self exploration and sharing the human experience! 

Please take a seat and fasten your seatbelt as it’s probably going to be a bumpy ride! 

Thanks again!