Friday, July 31, 2015

If Loving is Essential

Leaping flying
Cascading
Tip toeing
Exploding into darkness
Wondering why the light
Dancing with the dark
Happy just to be
If loving is essential
The reeling careening continues
And
I laugh uproariously
The race is on
See me melt
What a wondrous duo my minds are
As if there is no end
Leaping flying
Cascading
Tip toeing
Ever present in nowhere
Because of all
Kisses
Yes to loving
Which is essential

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Living

Heavy sighs
Whispered cries
The longing for your happy lies
Streaming tears
Betraying fears
All the pain of my lost years
Constant pain
Life's stain
Wishing for something perhaps to gain
Always go
Never slow
Living life is all I know 

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Waiting

Settling in the sadness
Leaving reason behind
On the urine scented subway platform
Knowing of no regrets
But feeling life's heaviness
The eternal questions plaguing
Wisps of sorrow taunting
Painful till the morning
When it would start again
If only the night kisses me

Monday, June 1, 2015

For Her For Me

Lateral love
I spring forward menacing
Hoping at last that you
You
You will respond
And the killer’s kiss
Will with everyday and every way
Play upon my heart strings
For you are the golden chariot ride
To eternal love
That plays upon my lips
And dances in my heart
While the wit the soul of brevity
Does claim my innocent lust
Forgive me love me be with me
You are all

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Promise of Maybes


The gentle regret of love's late afternoon
The purposeful cries of couples interlocking
The wan sunlight under crisply ironed curtains
The uncertain hopes of the desperate egoist
And all this with joy unbound and answered longings
Destiny can mean happiness and fulfillment
If
If only for the intervention of happy fate
Dance and it may embrace you
Sit and you will perish
Options
I was young once
Fun once
Dreaming once
And I enveloped myself in joyous hopeful dreams
The promise of maybes
I rocked it
It took me on twists and turns
But lo the reward
Came eventually
The searing psychic pains sometimes suffered
The senses dulled first by booze then medication
All the idle time wasted at the trivial and trite
But I have emerged a worthy man
Capable of being in this world
And proud of it and of those long ago wonderous days
Time wraps around itself


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Dusk in the Suburbs

Dusk
Winter
Wednesday
Cold overcast
Suburban home
Up a knoll
Bike laying in driveway
Inside lights are on
Mom cooking
One child in front of the TV
The other doing homework
Dad on his way
It is cozy in the house
It is warm in the house
There is a sadness in the house
Children sigh at the middle of a school year
There are pressures to being young and expected to do well
Too soon
Mom is bored with being a housewife with so many little things to do
All day
Everyday
Chores that bore her
The trivia of living and only fun on weekends
If then
Not like when her and husband were young
They have responsibilities now
Also known as children
She loves/resents her children and all the love they give and all the love they demand
Dad pulls into driveway curses at the bike sprawled there
He is overworked and underpaid and has to worry about bills and making his wife happy
And the children
He has to be a good role model and a loving father and tend to their needs and care
He has to care about so much now so much of it isn't him caring for others is hard
He misses college and fun and parties and booze and different girls and buddies
Oh the freedom is gone now
Mom pecks dad on the cheek it is nothing and everything
He loosens his tie as mom checks the roast in the oven
Twenty minutes until dinner is ready
Sister wants to watch one more show dad says okay but that's it
Brother is nearly done with his homework -- already!
Later he'll start to watch the basketball game with dad before nodding off
Everyone is healthy
Today
Tomorrow who knows
It starts to rain so dad calls the dog and lets it in the kitchen and the cat hisses
Dinner conversation is pleasant
Barely
They are inching along in their lives the children are content enough but the adults are dying
Very slowly
Bed time awaits
A reprieve for everyone

Monday, April 20, 2015

No Wear Man

Mystic mindless
On roads not paved
Careening towards emotional
Brake lights out
Crash inevitable
Ride still so wonderful
Complete with psychedelic kisses
And
The desperate drippings
Of loves promise
Hallelujah all the way
Swerve swerve drop and bucket
I hit the guardrail
And am tempted to revel in this fantasy
Of a long forgotten journey
To no where (know where)