10 second love story / “Somehow”

Somehow   I spend a lot of time above a pen and before a keyboard, trying to let you know how I feel and what you mean to me, usually to no avail and causing greater confusion. I’d like to somehow write away the trail of devastation that you are now forced to walk in…

Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

  I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday   But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow   And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value   While fearing the dark and squinting to find…

Poetry / “Context”

Context   I might tell you how much I enjoy being with you as if you couldn’t tell (I am that transparent) but it would be without true meaning   I should let you know how each of your kisses paralyze me for a beautiful brief instant (which is why I have to pull away…

Poetry / “Hallowed ground”

  Hallowed ground   To much of the world hallowed ground is a grotto under a church in Oh Little Town   To others it’s a sacred monolith in Mecca or along the banks of the river Ganges   Some feel it’s the killing fields of Gettysburg or where their hearts are buried South Dakota…

Poetry / “Red”

Red   The stop signs (two) and traffic lights (too many to count) between his house and hers were (considered by him to be) impediments to the far too few minutes and hours that they spent together each day (or week or month) but the same red lights and signs on his way home were…

Poetry / “Cereal box decoder ring”

Cereal box decoder ring   Your pink pillow now missing had been inside an invisible box with a Crayola note on the back of a love letter treasure map saying something about ‘in case of emergency’   So I go to my drawer and find my cereal box secret decoder ring to decode your internal…