You are Never Alone

He leaned back in his chair
He closed his eyes

The echoes of the dog’s growl
Still echoed in his ears
He remembered the screams of
Young Lord Baskerville

He rubbed his eyes
He still wasn’t sleeping well

He woke up screaming last night
Images of green dogs
Intermixed with sand and blood
And the screams of soldiers

He went downstairs to retrieve a cigarette
Sherlock was waiting for him, one already rolled

“It was a mean trick you played,” he scolded
As he lit the cigarette
“It was necessary to my plan,” the genius replied
With no regret

Watson walked to his window
“I thought I was alone”

He looked up and saw the reflection
Of his friend in the window
“You are never alone, my friend” the genius replied
For once emotion cracked his voice, “Never.”

Watson was nearly done writing
He would send it to the publisher in the morning

He stretched his legs
He looked around his small office
His friend had been dead two years
And still could hear his voice that night

“Might I trouble you then to be ready in half an hour,
and we can stop at Marcini’s for a little dinner on the way?”

Was it you?

I miss you

I could almost swear
You were the person
Cuddling me in my dreams
Three nights ago

You held me so tight
Arms wrapped around me
I could feel your body pressed against mine
Your legs pulling me tighter

It was the first time in months
That I’ve felt safe
Did you visit me in my dreams
Just because you knew I needed you?

We never will escape each other
Will we?

I Hate Mirrors

I hate mirrors
People keep putting mirrors up
I hate mirrors
They want to make the room bigger
I hate mirrors
They want to see themselves
I hate mirrors
They want me to see myself
But I hate mirrors

Icarus’s Shadow

I saw the shadow of Icarus on the wall
Did he know he was not the first to fall
Hubris… pride… arrogance… hardly new concepts

He stretched his fingers up high
Trying so hard to touch the sky
To touch something far beyond his precepts

He was young and he would live forever
With wings they fashion of wax and feather
No knowing the gods are jealous of their creation

They sit in the sky on iron thrones
Imprisoned by their own gravestones
And wishing that they could also reach for ascension

Wax will melt and men with fall
Forgetting that it comes to us all
And certain that we will be immortal

As he fell down, I saw his shadow
Black on the fields in the valley so low
Unprepared… unwilling… unaware… of the cost

In the end

What do I have to say
At the end of this long journey
24 hours come and gone
Now, here, at the last
I am stumped

I try for something in form
Searching for a sentence
Not wanting to rhyme
But maybe just make something

I am at a loss
Dear reader
I am tired and weary
Three months have taken their toll
Like few have done

The rest of this year promises to take a toll
And next year is already considering its options
Like a chef picking the perfect knife blade
How best to carve this beast
That lies in their kitchen

That’s not for now
Too much thinking will be dangerous
But we are writers and poets
Our minds are already dangerous
And have thought through a hundred scenarios by now

And so, dear reader
At the last I leave you with this
We have bled on paper for the last several hours
Unlocking the things we keep buried deep
I hope it was freeing

Sensory Deprivation

Fingers reach out
Longing to touch
Anything that is other than
What they have been feeling
Every day the same surfaces
The same textures
The same skin
Same dark thoughts
Same anxieties
Same pillows
Same sheets
Same same same same
Nothing changing
Never changing
Now any new thing
Is an exploration in sensation

Just a hug…

Someone in the chat said
I wish I could cuddle someone
Every person living alone
On the other side of the keyboard
Felt a hard jerk on their heartstrings
Trying to remember the last time they were touched
By affection
I replied, “At this point I’d settle for just a damn hug.”

Dying in Your Dreams

Sleep rests the brain
Also arrests the brain
Stops reasonable thought
When reasonable thought
Is most needed

Vampires do not exist
That friend is not dead
We are NOT going back to the service industry
No one gave us a million dollars (more’s the pity)
And you are not suffocating

You are not suffocating
You are not suffocating

But you wake up screaming
The reasonable thought machine turns on
You were not suffocating
It just felt like dying


Right now I’d give anything
For my friend to walk behind me
Wrap her tiny arm around me
And rest her chin on my shoulder
Looking at the computer screen with me
As we sigh in comfortable companionship

Did you get your wish?

Why do you weep so long my love?
Is it not day?
Have the dark shadows of night
Not been banished by the sun
And thus bright enough to dry your tears?

Why do you weep so long my love?
Is this not what you wanted?
Have not flowers returned
Their garish colors
Enough to brighten your eyes?

Why do you weep so long my love?
Do you not see?
Was it not you who wished for peace
And for everyone to agree
Thus necessitating this solution?

Why do you weep so long my love?
Why do you stay?
Why here in the deep ruin
Of what was once our world
Do you linger and delay?

Why do you weep so long my love?
Have you finally gotten what you wished for?
Only to see that wishes
Have consequences
That you did not anticipate?

Why do you weep so long my love?
I grow weary of this grief
Which has no place
As far as I can tell
On the face of one who got their desires

Weep all you want my love
I will leave you here
This was not the world that I wanted
But it is the one that is still here
It will have to do

Weep all you want my love
One last thing before I go
Next time
Be careful
What you wish for