Monthly Archives: January 2012

Returned

Go home
leave me be
go home
to your life–
your wife, your playmates, your toys
your grown up games
my heart can’t play
anymore

take back your fantasies
of us
the romantic, sweet
hungry, fevered
passionate, rough
everything I need
and I will never have

take back your love
(un)believably genuine
unmet, unfulfilled
ultimately pointless

I am weary, dear
give me
one last pleasure–
go home

 

Submitted for OpenLinkNight #31 at http://dversepoets.com/

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Lament

Choked
behind the tight walls of my throat
dares to escape
the long wail of an injured animal
or a grieving widow

the howl that snakes through
the fringed branches of the deepest woods
cast in confusing shadow
last sliver of moonlight

the cry that flies
on the night air
paints goosebumps up the back of my neck

this song, this lament
pushes the air from my collapsed chest
demanding release, expression
flooding out of me only to be
absorbed again
through ears and skin and

choked
behind the tight walls of my throat

 

Submitted for Open Link Night #25 at http://dversepoets.com/


Echoes

There were days when the sun shined
but all I remember–

the eaves drip on dirty cobblestones
wet footfalls echo in the short alley
dark, brick-walled bar, the safest place
for me to wait

chairs with wobbly legs
scrape the worn plank floor
soggy stale beer bottles
drowned cigarette butts
Christmas lights tacked to the rafters
an attempt at festive

pleading, vacant eyes
silent mouths numb with
bottom shelf booze

pen in my hand
chipped charcoal nail polish
I string together words
from the chaos of thoughts:

an out-of-tune carousel
light bulbs flicker, pop
empty horses with frozen smiles
round and round
my ceaseless thinking

last sour sip of screwdriver
heads turn to the sound of
rusty hinges on the door
wide pupils betray–he scored

we leave in silence, to return soon
I listen
to wet footfalls echo in the short alley

 

OpenLinkNight #30 at dversepoets.com