Love (a haiku)
Your eyes hold a truth
Love returned hold my hand tight
For all of my life
Out of Step
The radio plays old rock and roll
on the porch of a house overlooking the
the same park your apartment does,
albeit a different angle.
One of the men, in hard hat and towel hung around his shoulders,
walks through the yard to where one of the men
cuts tree branches, all left
on the sidewalk
to block your passing.
A yard sale across the street
lures you to hustle across Hardesty,
and although you have no spare dollars,
you walk up the steps to ask a woman who doesn’t speak English –
and neither do you speak Spanish –
“How much for this shirt?”
You smile, and allow yourself
to revel in a moment’s breeze
and walk down the street
to the strains of
“Duke of Earl.”
Good Boy
Hour 8
Good Boy
(A Sevenling)
I was a good east coast boy
with minimal indiscretions
until senior year in high school.
I still stayed with the flock
until Woodstock and a hippie commune
transposed me into a bonafide fledgling…
The West a typhoon, I landed in Neverland.
Under the Old Oak Tree
There is a ghost under the old oak tree,
dreaming of a past life when he roamed free
Confined to this place now where he loved and toiled,
still wearing clothes stained with sweat and soil
He wonders, how much longer is his sentence in purgatory?
What tasks must he complete to ascend to glory?
He pauses for a moment, then begins to turn
reaches his fingers out to touch the Resurrection Fern
Hour 5
I was playing 3-person Hearts
and, for once, not even thinking of you.
To my right was my dead father,
to my left, Death himself. I couldn’t see his face
but his hands were white and thin.
I wanted dad to win, so I gave him all my high-cards:
Ace of Hearts
King of Hearts
Queen of Hearts
Predictably, I lost quickly, so I left the table.
Upon waking, I realized
in order to cheat Death
I had given you away.
8 – journeys
she roamed the mornings alone
over sand and weed and stone
along the lines of the wandering tides
she spent the nights in this arms
for his warm breath on her hear
to protect her from nightmares
as she journeyed between worlds.
Sevenling (He Hated Me) (Hour 8)
He loved everything airy and light:
traveling and laughter,
unicorns and weed.
He hated everything in the deep:
Deep thoughts and conversations,
emotions and being loved.
And he hated me.
Diamonds are forever
The backstreets are our eternal home. We’d run through it all like
diamonds in the rough who never knew their full value. I still miss the endless nights
we’d capitulate to our inhibitions and watch the chips fall where they don’t.
The tranquil autumn breeze perfectly complemented our laconic adventures, rolling down hills without regard for the abstract concept known as tomorrow. Then the ground caved in and we were caught on opposite sides. Before long, the schism had torn us apart.
Two days becomes two years as the pages become detached from the calendar. Now we work to make our paths converge once more, knowing all the while it’ll never be the same but still trying to render it as such nonetheless. As the sun sets, we hear a voice whispering over the horizon.
“This city will forever enshrine us in its memory.”
Cover Story
(Photo credit: Matthew Emmett, cover of Forgotten Heritage)
A tunnel of lives appears before me
my lives, lived and some not yet.
Delicate encroachments of growth
remake the annals of time
the incarnations of my being
all in one vision of me
all at one time, now,
then and forever.
A Good Choice-Me
He prefers three things strictly:
A good wife, a poet and a cup of coffee
With these he can converse with anyone happily
Disregards loud mouth and curses
Curses that hurt and provide pains
Hating unwise decisions and mess
He chose me among the rest.