October

Beneath the newly fallen night,
a baby cricket - lost in hope -
crawls inside a vacant wine bottle,
escaping, an unexpected frost.

Life and Stuff

Last night in a fit of tears and rage
calling out --
"If you are on my side, NOW is the time to show it."

Ready to drive
with a bottle of bourbon in one hand
the gear shift in the other.

Fast and Furious
real life drama
with a fiery crash ending, relieved.

You answered me without words;
but with something more--
falling asleep in a blanket of peace

Waking up with the taste
of You on my breath--
God is love.

#spirituality #dreams #God #suicidal

lame games

what pushing too hard looks like.  crappy poetry... reflects crappy circumstances... where life is never fair, and waiting is eternal. someday will be one day -- if even in a hundred years.  I'll wait. I'll wait because there is nothing else to do. I'll wait for time to catch up with love ... .... ......

a beautiful picture of her

she shared in a click--

in a click, like a bic lighter

my heart fell, on fire.

grateful for flickr

making a few clicks of my own,

wiping out my wipe out, 

when my heart fell, on fire 

    

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Weeds

Loneliness

stuck in extended
      shallowness
       like glass
         blown
          too long:
       ignored
  in an open fire,
wasting to embers. 

Ding Dong

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the doorbell rang.
oddly enough--
no one was there.

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Feed

a pint or two of stout
just to ease my pout--

a pint of ice cream before bed,
sweet dreams to settle my head

But hunger pains gnaw.

fast food drive-thru after midnight--
dreams of you shatter my might

throwing my belt on the highway
my pants are screaming, "may day!"

The hunger pains still gnaw.

one and a half dozen cupcakes
in the oven, set on bake

hot chicken wings sizzle in the fryer
new pants, a size up in the dryer

Still, the hunger pains gnaw.

now a heart knows a thing or two
about gnawing pain of rue--

it is swift and sly
makin' up lies

That hunger pains need to be fed.

Moon Lighting

The umbrella rests by the back door--
the distant storm races
   mocking the forgetful woman
rushing to her lovers embrace.

Three Strikes

the glass fills higher
while the bottle empties.
she becomes a liar--

the temps fall to the twenties.
my clock ticks louder;
the snores come sooner.

I've never been a doubter
but today, is so much closer
to the day after tomorrow.

accept-shun

as dawn broke
the sun trekked
over what must have been
a million miles, or more

rapping upon her
window pane
day in-- and out;
the curtains, always drawn.

Enter-Mission

in a made up mind
lies a handful
of made up beds
in the dark corners
with soft linens and pillows;
to lie our heads
in a made up land.

Tonight

By your window
I will wait
for the wane of the shadows
and the stars
to show.

Bottled Up

The glass is always
without a drop of liquor--
yet, I remain drunk
in the absence of your gaze.

Desire

I dreamed of a bed to make
Somewhere deep
In a made up poem, where
I am not a mistake

Nor a trinket like prayer
Before an impending storm
Just up ahead;
Whispered in despair.

Stone

an open heart bleeds
waiting for all to hear--
in the other room,
the stereo blast.

Past Tense-Shun

The rose, with soft petals:
Destined to die
before it can rise.

Still

a drop of rain
clings to the leaf;
the sun is blind

No Need For A Title: Just a thought...

People often say strange things,
like, "I rather enjoy the pleasure of my own company."

Many versions of ourselves gathered around
a living room fire, swirling
our gin and tonic's like a Rockefeller
discussing this and that
as if it actually mattered.

Perhaps this is why I am
always drunk?

Ghost

Hunch

If I built a bench,
Little by little
Beyond the middle
Of normal;

Would you rest with me?