Sunday, July 15, 2018

My Prayer













A kiss, and a kiss
And so on, and so on
World without end, Amen
That’s the prayer for me
No theology
No doctrine
No doxology
Just a kiss, and a kiss
And so on, and so on
World without end, Amen

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Safe


your secrets
    confided
and confessions
    divulged
have been placed in a safe beneath my bed
    locked

our intimate moments
    shared
are secured forever in the safest of lockboxes
    forever

fear
    you should not

worry
    banish

your treasures
    given
are safely tucked away and out of sight
safely hidden from all would-be burglars
    safe
    forever

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Center


I am the central point 
The cosmos spins around me
I am the unmoving and immovable object which forms the axis around which all creation revolves
I am the Tree whose roots run deeper than the deepest mine
My branches form the very roof of the world with tiny lights strung there to be the stars in the sky
Nothing happens outside of my field of vision, or beyond my range of hearing
I contain all that there is, all that has been, and all that will ever be
Except for one thing:
                You
You are to me what I am to all the rest
You rule over me like the gods on Olympus
I am your loyal subject and your devoted servant
I am a single cell deep in the organism of you
I am born from you and contained in you
From you I am never separate
And to you I am always returning
I reside in
                You

Friday, June 15, 2018

Just As....

As a shadow drags itself
Across the hardwood floor,
At 4 AM on a moonless
Sunday night;
As the neighbor’s dogs do
Their best hyena imitations
And the branch of and old oak
Tree scrapes the window screen;
As the refrigerator hum
Competes with my heartbeat,
Trying to outshout the never
Ending monologue in my head;
As the furnace roars into
Life in the basement below,
And the occasional car
Splashes by on the snow-wet road outside;
You are still dead,
And I am still parentless,
And sleepless,
But not yet hopeless.

Friday, June 8, 2018

A Ghost In Here

There is a ghost in here
With me,
A ghost inside my head
With me.
Sometimes I think, in fact,
He’s me,                             
From some life I lived before.
                                          
You’ll think I’m crazy now,
I’m sure,
A loony on the loose,
I’m sure.
There is a chance you’re right,
Of course,
But I don’t really think so.
 
I’m not the crazy one,
Not me,
The other one in here,
It’s he
Who is the lunatic,
You’ll see
Someday before too long.

Friday, May 25, 2018

to Dance

To dance, to waltz with you,
This is my dream.
To rest my hand upon your hip
And smell your hair as we spin
Across the floor.
 
You must guide me,
You must lead.
For I don’t know the steps,
Though I hear the music
And feel the beat.
 
But no partner will you find
More willing
To follow and to learn,
More eager to sway with you
Through this life.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Confusion


I have friends I’ve never met
And many more who live inside
I only go to the beach at night
And find it’s best avoid high tide

I like my whiskey in a short glass
And stories that don’t seem to end
I’m a big fan of being confused
It’s often better not to understand

I’m gonna take it all apart and mix up the pieces
Patch them back together in a new formation
Wrap it all up in red-tinted plastic
And take my case to the United Nations

The face in the mirror always surprises
And no one likes the sound of their own voice
It’s dangerous to step out your front door
But each day brings a new set of choices

I’m gonna take it all apart and mix up the pieces
Patch them back together in a new formation
Wrap it all up in red-tinted plastic
And take my case to the United Nations