I found you
after almost half a century on this planet.
Last night realizing (thanks to geotagged photos)
we were once both looking at the same October sky
all I can think
is that our skyward gazes
were stitched together in the stars
until we finally conjoined
like long orbiting outer planets.
Time has been reworked:
another fifty years is both
a cosmic blink
and all the possibility in the universe
6/5/26
in pristine garden,
weathered statues draped with moss
lead me through my heart’s maze
as peace arrives in waves
and sunlight shoves gales towards me,
lone receiver on the porch made believer
in divinity of aesthetic blossom axioms.
Climb down, slither perhaps
Coax yourself into the midnight yearning
For some kind of picture of what love was meant for
Once upon a time they gave to us now they take us all away
We scream, we scream, we shriek our battle cry
Till we impale their final soldier
And cook him on open fire
Shave your armpits, shave your crotch and draw your eyebrows on
Get lost in the cheese caves and give up on your childhood
Fuck the king of war and peace he doesn’t realize
Michelangelo died for his sins on the pyre
And the dinosaur king was inside
The cheese caves when I went down there
Chocolate Frodo Baggins, killed his brothers wives
He got lost in the cheese caves
That’s where he paid the price
Toeing the line between too ripe and rotten
Dandelions sprout through tar covered concrete
I feel it in my chest
Ivy crawling up white wooden posts
Mucus caught in my throat
Along with a jumble of words
I’m supposed to sit in the feeling
But it’s far too potent
Yet I let it rest in my mouth
Under my tongue
Between my teeth
Harsh, but sweet
Like cinnamon
Keeping the peace
Instead of waging a war on myself
But oh god, I wish I had the courage to do it
Let nature overcome me
Didn’t want to write today
they’ve come fluidly
through the crack in the dam
past four days.
Maintenance crew
must’ve finally returned from
the extended coffee break,
or strike for better wage.
To spackle and gum up
the crack I carefully carved
the flume by which my
creative ichor flowed
now waned to naught more than a trickle.
The flow comes and goes each day
that’s the challenge
of a perfect poet’s June—
thirty straight.
Some days I’ve got to apply more pressure
dig my hole by hand
excavate a space for liquid to flow.
Every day, break through the dam.
The Flowering Of Art
Does one become a writer,
By writing what is in their head,
Or are they only a writer,
Once their work is read?
Perhaps writers need readers,
Like flowers need bees,
The writer puts the meaning in the words,
And hopes the reader sees.
Much like pollination,
Thoughts are carried o’er the land,
And disseminated by the reader,
Which puts the writing in demand.
The writing of the writer,
Then sprouts and grows in the heart,
And the reader grows a need for,
The writer’s budding art.
Soon the bookshelf of the reader,
Is a garden of delights,
Full of flowery words and phrases,
Heady thoughts and lovely sights.
There’s a reason
I can bend the
reeds on this
blues harp so.
There’s a reason
I can close my
eyes and hit
those mournful notes.
There’s a reason
I raise my head
up to the sky
when I play.
There’s a reason
that sometimes
my hands will
shake.
There’s a reason
I will start a solo
slow.
There’s a reason
that I know
how solos
go.
There’s a reason
I can wail and moan
that lonesome
song.
There’s a reason
why I held that
weeping line
so long.
There’s a reason
these folks came
to hear us play
tonight.
We all have our reasons,
be they wrong or
be they right.
I left my home for overseas
And found that grimdark melody
Was something deep inside of me
That changed as dark as ebony
This is my grimdark melody
My innocence was quickly shed
This is my grimdark melody
Too young were those among the dead
Then I returned home from the war
Still searching for those after me
Thoughts broke and fractured evermore
Found no comfort nor remedy
This is my grimdark melody
Without remorse nor empathy
This is my grimdark melody
Cripples me with anxiety
Please hear my prayer Almighty One
Send olive branches to frontlines
Spare our children and show them love
Deliver them from greedy minds
This is my grimdark melody
I know it needn’t be so stark
This was my grimdark melody
It will not keep me in the dark
Someday I know I’ll start to mend
I know that one day it will end
But until that day comes to pass
I count the sands of hourglass
Because it’s living memory
I hum that grimdark melody
i dreamt about you
again
last night
the ache still lives in my ribcage
from
moments you were alive
now, the love is a whisper
of
a shout of what it used to be
i am left alone
again
you are dead
a garden grows
still
where you are laid
i dreamt about you
again
last night
