Archive | September, 2012

Chapter 3 – A Mystery

21 Sep

It’s a mystery

How we came to be

And why

I’m wearing his clothes

To bed

Come and see me

You are leaving

Come and see me

We were driving

Side to side

Giving me the eye, he was

And I

I was moving my lips

To a song. He thought

I wanted a kiss

All I wanted was a drag

Off his sexy cigarette

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Chapter 3 – In Sanctuary

21 Sep

Prophetic, probation(ary)

Backyard pools drown children

Pull virtuosity

Down below

Comfort treads water

In fathomful minds

Suffocating under pillows

Passion gasps! Then sighs

A last procession follows

Cotton fields smother

Aphids in action

She smiles as you slide

Safe? Yielding?

Among sheets of white gold

Spun as snowflakes on windy wings

Lost in found(ness)

Roofings fulfill houses (un)abound in satisfaction

Semi-saturated

Sexuality-solidarity

Deception grins at your death

Sold are your silver desires

Your life is not yours

In sanity or

In sanctuary

You simply survive

Chapter 3 – To Christian

21 Sep

When did your spirit die

And leave your body to fend for itself

You knew that it would take

Neither the rush, nor the fall

From grace

It is true

You were slipping

Into some new dementia

Searching for an absolute on earth

Would not do

Now what I would not do

Is follow or weep

For you have left behind

Nothing but grief

Will you wander for eternity?

Never satisfied

Although you’ve paid the highest price

Chapter 3 – Groves

15 Sep

I love you, mom

You plant seeds that grow

Our saplings only bleed the soil dry

Around your great tree

Of life

You have given us the roots

We need to balance

Help us now to spider

To reach our goals

Set ever higher

Mother, you are sunlight

Shine up our chosen paths

Delight us

With what you know

So that

We might follow

The seeds you have planted

Will grow strong with a tender touch

And your love

In groves

Chapter 3 – Superfluous Superman

15 Sep

We need you

In these violent times

It seems there is no crime

We won’t do

All the pushers in their prison cells

Are doing business on the phone

Mail order clerks get busy with the works

And mother is crying herself to sleep at home

Out tee-vees show us real life scenes

Of death at dinner time

Slop in the trough for cops and

Robbers for dessert

How fine

Come quickly

For summer season comes early

To our city and the best prime

Time slots go almost as fast

As the redhead on the corner

Chapter 3 – Hero

15 Sep

Interference

Clearance

Atop a sky rise

We were blind to his demise

Leaping toward a concrete grave

From a certain mortal disappearance

No citizen could save

Until he came along

Tall and strong

In birdlike flight

He swooped the man up

As we cried with delight

Then horror again

As the shouts out

Just let me die!

Our hero drops him

Chapter 3 – What Have I

14 Sep

What have I lost

I never had

Past the point of consideration

Auna Joy was born today

February 14, 1995

Baby girl

Your mom was swollen with you

Once

And you never even opened up

Your eyes for us – not

Once!

I watched you making faces

With your mother’s mouth

As she slept I watched her

Do the same

Your teenage uncle held you in

His hands afraid to hold you

I was too, but when you rested

In my arms at last I felt

A miracle like you could happen

Only once

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