A wave of relief rushes over me
and I haven’t smiled so hard,
as when a flock of morning dove
flutter from the grassy knoll
and fly overhead.
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His final farewell
I recall the calm
as I recall the storm.
Lead foot hesitation,
the slamming of doors.
Endangered are many
who’ve less stayed for more.
Excuses are fatal,
not ours anymore.
See I recall quiet
death and coffin smell,
his mustache, beard shaven
estranged from the crowd.
Was I the unwelcome?
The burden? Expelled?
His name once my keeper
I’ve written it well.
Yes I recall freedom
wished upon a star,
a second floor window
alone in the dark.
The price no one bargained
unimaginably hard,
his soul like a raven
still blackens my heart.
A kid and a coffin
for now I recall,
the parlor room floor
dead silence in awe.
While tears spill to carpet
and jittering jaw,
echoed through the parlor
with no sign of God.
I recall the calm
the storm never ends,
it grows like a Cancer
bad thoughts fill my head.
His final farewell
is my cross to bear,
how no son of mine
shall feel such fear.
two drifters anew
Their love before friends
as it always begins
then the world spun round
again and again.
Friends for the last
few phases of moon
the universe beckons
neither one to choose.
Spoken rather wisely
alone though in tune
while the world spun again
with nothing to lose.
Eyes look to the West
in Africa too
Eyes look to the East
this Hollywood noon.
There’s nothing to pardon
and no more to do
angelic they parted —
two drifters anew.
a flask & letter
Your life is filled with
(secret)
quiet alcoholics
(secret)
closet drug addicts
(secret)
depressed poetics
fearful dramatics
queer heretics
aimless combatants
insufferable habits
(secret)
little bunny rabbit.
Oh, my life is full
and filling up —
sure ain’t cheap these days —
3.50 here
4.65 a gallon there, thus
I’m riding on empty,
with a flask
& letter
returns
to send her
tucked gently in the glove box
(where my secret (secret) stays).
that old hotel
Each drive cross country
I’ve laughed, I have
Cried
Sang
Danced
Purged
Prayed
Lost and
Loved.
Etcetera,
etc…
So if you decide
to drive across state lines,
could you do me a solid?
Stop in Fayetteville.
See if that old hotel
is still standing,
the one I first told her I loved her,
—bedbugs and us—
before sleep took her away
and that cheap wine
nursed me tender
til morning’s
cruel light.
But how will you know
that old hotel? Well,
it’s just like all the rest now
I’m sure, remodeled to dust.
Another ghost among the many,
love’s whisper in the wind.
that old dog bark
A sweet chorus of birds
lingers in the air, as
the morning wains on
expectantly
that old dog bark
rings heavy on my mind.
Pulling the covers overhead, thinking
the day can—and most certainly will—wait for me today.
My feet are sore
and my heart is silent.
I’ll stand when I’m ready, till then
I’ll snore along till noon.
Seven months & Two days since
Seven months &
Two days
since…
Nothing really makes sense,
does it? Didn’t then,
doesn’t now!
Life just goes on until it doesn’t.
Like the envy of a caterpillar
for the beauty of a butterfly.
Everyone & something else.
If you’re tired,
don’t boast.
Everyone is tired
of
Everyone &
something else.
Farewell
Farewell yesterday
and thank you
for today
is tomorrow
already,
that yesteryear
is merely a mirage.
Goodbye.
I’ve always kind of been saying goodbye.
Even when I’ve said hello.
I’ve always meant,
Goodbye.
Words Of An Average White Male 