poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Warm rain
nuzzles my neck
as I chain the
dog to her outside
morning time

Where are
the crib
the boots
in the closet
clicking her in place

Who works inside
outside
rainsheets

Beware of travel
guard against inertia
the upside-down
rightside-up
King of Pentacles whispered

I will stay home
doing laundry
after my morning yoga

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

simple

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simple

somedays
like tuesdays
are simple days
walking to school
and laughing when she called
the morning dove an
early bird,
jumping in front seats
meeting my grandma
walking her around the block
walking the dog back home
watching the sun
latch onto seedshop windows
seeing friends
scattering in
around for-sale homes
pregnant mommas
walking their babies
drinking coffee in backrooms
washing sheets
making glass necklaces earrings
doing dishes always by hand
talking on the phone
about simple things

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Unrecallable last time

The last time I saw her
she was planting
daffodils under old pines
wearing leather sandles
walking on winter needles
hoping her bulbs would grow
high
higher
highest
taking her
up
up
away from
nightly empty beer boxes.

She was lemon-juice blonde
wearing frayed jeanshorts
carrying a cracked wateringcan
wonder how the picnic table
ended up in the front yard
and the backyard became the front,
ball & chain locked
eyes casting down
not even an eye-whisper to a stranger.

Was she thinking
why didn't I listen to my schoolboys
who
whose
wisdom seeks
soulseeker
dreamcatcher
catch me if I fall
way
down
under
Australia
and why has it taken so long to say
goodbye to the tall
tall pines
moldy ceilings and
chipped paint.

But when was the last time I saw her?

Sunday, April 01, 2007

sleep, or not

i
lay
ly
duvet covered
waiting for
eyelid images
sparks before
sleep
1
2
3
but when
the rotating
click
clack
12:03 sounds
of hamster wheels
pouncing cats
coughing girls
keep me
from
fall
fall
falling
fast,
i decide
to write
finding my
sleep will come
home soon.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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