Decompressing senses
Alleviating rain
Your the flame

To my dimmest candle

The quiet in my darkest storms
The earth shakes
And the clouds separate

Flipping the script

Far from seldom
Love comes
In all shapes and sizes

Gives you a invaluable smile

On your face
Specter you suddenly became
A part of me  

An~ Emotional

Frenzy tingling my spine
Sign me up I’m enrolling
Immediately

Process of elimination

There’s only one conclusion
Visually your stunning to me
Star struck

Come on in the

The waters just fine
From my vantage point
There’s a shyness

Yet it’s full of mystique

The heart
Wants what it wants
Aches for what it can’t have

No strings attached

Like my beating
Pulse I long for your injections
Unconditionally yours

If you’ll have me

Stability becomes
One beating soul
Let’s make our own rules

And let thee cards

Fall where they may
Perpetually
I am hopeful
It won’t take forever to achieve

the cracked mirror
splits my face down the center.

one eye opened wide.
the other eye heavy.

one shard shows me young,
the child with dreams
filled with wonder.

the other sharp edge, old,
etched like tree bark in winter

(cuts deeper than jagged mirror glass.)

waxing moon, waning moon,
ashes and the flower blooms.

one eye looks back.
the other eye forward.

morning light, midnight,
all in the blink of an eye.

the mirror---no lies here.

~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face
~

I feel the adrenaline rush within my veins.
I'm angry, you're angry, we act insane!

You say words you can't take back.
I say words, smack for smack.

Your sullen and grouchy when you get home.
Taking everyone's head off, like a dog gnawing a bone.

I'm quiet and resentful, pulling away.
Swearing to myself I will not stay.

Our house is like a battle field.
Each member just a casualty of war!
But we've been so busy fighting,
we don't even remember what we should be fighting for!!

We stipulate what’s “right”,
Or else legislate what’s “wrong”.
And we have morays and conventions meant to help us get along.

We take security for granted.
Want to make the whole thing fodder.
With feet too firmly planted
We toss the baby with the water.

Writing is my lighthouse when
I'm lost at sea in the
dark fog
among the sirens singing their
seductive songs.
It is my net
that catches fish to feed
me when I'm starving and afraid.
An albatross silently looms, while
waves swell and break against my
raft.

The kraken yawns and waits,
but the words and lines tow
me safely to shore.

The efficiency room days were
the worst and the best.
Broke and bent,
sick and deranged.
Disheveled dreams, like
horses with broken legs.

There was an occasional
miracle.
A forgotten five-dollar
bill crumpled in the
front pocket of some *****
jeans, lying by the fake
plant and a copy of Hamsun's
Hunger, long overdue from
the library.
The fiver would buy a
pint of cheap *****.
My nerves settled for a
moment.

Friends seem to drift
away by the month.

"Where's Johnny?"

"He froze down at the Raccoon River."

"Oh ****, he was always good for a snort."

"Have you seen Sue lately?"

"The cirrhosis finally took her."

"*******, I used to get drunk and
tell her I loved her, while she gave me head."

Poverty and death drank with us in
those cheap rooms,
Singing sad songs and songs
of victory.
Battles were won and lost
and great debates waged in our
addled minds.
We took care of each other the best
we knew how.
Life was just a myth.