Monthly Archives: April 2012

Eden

Sprinkled like ash from the
explosive fallout that
was our ending,
your gray shirt tossed on
your side of the bed,
a stack of your books–
19th-century novels, 17th-century poets
your journal filled
with ideas, dreams
for the garden that will
never be

Every room of
this house, our home
we created, coated
in the dust of your memory
my acid rain tears
soak this once sacred
earth we’d nurtured
with love
streak through the layer
upon layer of lies
poisoning the parched
wasteland
our Eden

 

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Boulevard

Truck full of gas
money to spare
how easy to point east
closethisdistance
to you

All day rain
slate gray sky
blank
of home, my coastal town
churned up green sea
tide turns out
slipping away
train rumbles my ribs
mocking my static with
its destination

I study the space next to me
will you to walk
out of the rain, if I wish
hard enough
cry
with sincerity…
but you are held
there
and I am trapped
here
in solitude
bound
to your solitude