how do you protect
a heart that's opening
as it begins to take on
more and more wounds
freefalling from the
bluest sky through
after-rain lavender
into heavy smoke
and fire
newer hells below,
traffic at the intersection,
snarling teeth within
the briar and the thicket
the rose is prettiest
spread wide in full bloom
but closer to its death;
please don't leave me now
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the day after
sucked backwards down the
abysmal pitch of night
lucidity wanes, lost in a
spiral-smeared foresight
detritus soaked and splattered,
food for thoughts
taking the shape of elegy and
ghost-myth prayer...
there's a circle of stars in the
forthcoming sky
almost there, almost...
one day
when you don't have to
leave anymore
say you'll stay
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her eyes turned from
love me to fuck me
between uneven heartbeats
and the fall of a single drop
of sweat from my forehead
to hers
there was a pause
there was a transformation
there was an unbecoming
and a becoming
we no longer touched...
we dove into each other
we swam in torrents
we fought against currents
we were under
and in
and above
the pleasant drowning
the full-bodied breath into
craving lungs
the floating climax into
sudden weightlessness
her eyes
and mine
were long gone
lost together
in
bound apparitions
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vibrations shake the core
into dissonance
and trill
a loss of balance and
intonation,
a constant retuning
who hears the song anyway,
who really cares to listen
this is not meant for an
audience,
there’s no ear comfort or
structure
and the lyrics are
heartbreaking,
I cannot bear to
sing them out loud
so I struggle with the
instrumental
soothing the sorrow
by humming along
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my wires are crossed.
I wish I could remove them,
lay them down in straight lines
and figure out where they're
supposed to go again
I'm not sleeping much.
heaven is much higher than I
expected it to be,
I don't think I'll ever be able to
reach it,
my goals have changed
I'm adversely inadequate.
a copy, a modification
you can't change
the template,
you can't devalue
the original mold
reach out,
flip the switch
and you will see
(my photo)
the day falls in its
preset routine
a slow golden drop
and a fiery burning red
consumes the view
I tried to fall apart in
a peaceful place
but something took the
moment from me
I am not in control,
not even of this
amalgam of thoughts,
they will come some other time
most likely
when I am least prepared
(my photo)
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the Philippine Violet
and the Beautyberry,
the Hibiscus the Rose
and the Blue Ginger,
the Bamboo garden
and the Mango tree,
the Palm the Azalea
and the Southern Magnolia
I'm grateful for these
as we stroll the grounds
her hand in mine
her perfect existence,
I'm grateful for the
nature and prose of things,
the freedom and flow of this
inexpressible love
the breeze the lake
the bench and her lips,
the small sounds of closeness,
the voice-fall to whisper,
a kiss... the energy of
half a life without her
and everything I've never known
about happiness rushing in
nature is our witness
our welcoming and our guidance,
prose is our expression
our free release into each other,
an unexpected synergy
an unannounced arrival,
we didn't know it before we met
but love had already found us
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its like the tide that
never
comes back in
the hammer that
consistently
misses the nail
the bus that arrives
but never opens its
door
the wet match,
the bruised fruit,
the broken chair leg.
pieces of the almosts,
the unreliable,
the unfunctioning
the body without pulse,
the stagnant river,
the dull aphrodisiac.
somethings remain
unresolved, incomplete
each step on the ladder
breaks a rung
we get nowhere
or come crashing down
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everything else is quiet
and she is still asleep
( I smile in a
luminous silence )
the sunrise is beautiful...
a fog hovers over the pond
and drifts through the trees
I wonder why all of this
has to end
are we already in the midst
of our smooth transition
from vibrancy to decay
or is this still
the beginning
no matter what, the fog will
disappear
and its inevitable that this
sunrise will become noon
she will gather up her dreams
and awaken
and we will love again where
we left off
things will end as they're
supposed to, I suppose
one way or the other
there will be some
rough edges
twisted turns
and the dead ones
crunch beneath my feet
it's hard to find sunlight
through the canopy
and my will is gone
I'm at the mercy
of something venomous
something predatory
but I chose to take this path
so I will fight my way
back out of this mess
(my photo)
sarcastically speaking, isn't life wonderful. I mean the timing of things sometimes is just absurd. like waking up one day to find out you're positive for covid and then within the same hour the only one you've ever truly loved says it's over. of course this happens on a Monday because like life, sarcastically speaking, aren't Mondays wonderful
I look for small escapes when I need them. like sitting in silence and staring out into the nowhere for a while. or taking a long hot shower, letting the water completely cover my ears, isolating me into a semi-submerged state as I stand there. the sound of the water rushing by mutes everything else. I hear only myself, but I'm not saying much. I'm in a depth, a distance from things, a vacancy
however, the dilemma... my new place has a shower head that disperses the water in streams that are too thin and too far apart to accomplish this. I tilt my head in every direction, but no luck. no small escape is provided
the weather upstairs in the heart of turmoil is fiercely hellish with the occasional gust from the polar mouth of winter. I feel frozen in place while burning up. I feel a virus is active. covid or love, I'm not really sure which. one of them I will surely recover from. the other, I'm hoping, will just completely take me down
