How’s the family?
I heard you were back west Actually I’ve been waiting for you to leave Keeping an eye on things Seeing if maybe as the wheels of your plane lost contact with my city I would feel you leave Air getting suck our of a room I didn’t so I had to check Facebook After clearing your friends numbers from my phone Making sure nothing relating to you would stumble across my cyber life How are you friends? The two getting married I was looking forward to dancing with you are their wedding Untangled you from my body My brain Unwrapped the vines that took root entwined my body Remind myself you won’t be coming over tonight I don’t have a Christmas present for you When did you stop missing me? Winter 2014 Red shirt, green eyes pull me up from the ashes of your phoenix fire tattoo. Knicks game plays above my head. I pretend to watch past temple and shock of dark hair. “Drink your beer” look up, keeping heart close until I realize that I’m already in trouble. The Irish promise casual safety of going home gives way to my confident mouth running away. Giving away my hand. Jump. The tilting tower. Fresh air and rain spilled streets still clear of fog. I still know where I am. 1 am small bar with a Jazz musician, a Turk, a Birthday party, you. Burban based cocktails, shots. Love and her and I watch the bottom fall out of this date. I didn’t think I’d be going home alone. “I liked you” through the fog I pull you towards me getting what I came for. A dark sexy invasion taking of something I know I will want more. Cab, pizza, 6 floors up. Pull my jeans down. You lift me naked. Air suspended finding my weakness. Placing me beneath you. Its happening before I realized over before I can be smart and you’re gone. I pay the price in streaming tears. Phoenix sharing your wings. We felt like being destructive. I want more. I always do. For now I’ll pull out the wings you left me.
Winter 2014 This poem is for those days when you have to make it up as you go along
For the mornings when you wake up and you can’t think can’t hope search look for that reason why you do it For those people that are not there anymore This poem is for those weeks that just suck When you don’t get the job When those emails come but too late When you never heard back from “whats his face” with the smile or you did and he didn’t say what you wanted to hear This poem is for those days For those friends who sting you Those days you are late and late again When you forget that thing on the kitchen table This poem is to say its ok even when its not It gets better even when it doesn’t People love you even when they don’t This poem is to say wake up make something or call someone you love Winter 2014 You let me know when you know cuz I’ll be waiting
I’m free most of this week and next week except that day but I can move that if it comes to that Because I want to see you I know you’re busy So you let me know We’ll make it happen No pressure though If things come up I understand I’ve be there too But I’ll be waiting incase they don’t So you let me know Winter 2014 Pillar stands
Water flowing through veins Bubble and rise bubble and rise to the brink Jumps back behind eyelids Passive blue to boiling red Reaching tear ducts and running scared Head on her desk She could be sleeping On the phone with her mother 3 weeks since I last saw her cry I kiss this pillar Red-hot tears morph to blue as oxygen reaches them She erupts loss though her body An older pillar Loss cycling Steady Approaches Spring 2012 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
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