6
You
I thought
Were Meant for Me
but I was wrong.
(so wrong.)
You
I thought
My World was Yours
but I was wrong.
(so wrong.)
You
I thought
Would Love Me, too…
but I was wrong.
(so very wrong.)
Light Up the World
One star
is not quite enough
to light up the sky.
But a sky full of stars
can light up
the world.
Triangle
at one point, it was all three…
Canter
The memory of you
still fresh on me
thoughts flood my mind with a heavy canter
Horses of different colors always seem to
find their way to me; galloping, tralloping so
swiftly into my space, to the beat of fuckery’s
drums and the bells of disappointment
No noble steeds, stage coach hands at best
~ism
The green #14
Green on grey outside,
a world of cement and tin,
a kaleidoscope.
Paper boys and girls,
playing underneath the green,
above them, grey skies.
Metal cars whirring,
as paper men go to work,
waving the green ‘bye.
Perfunctory
I have forty minutes
Enough to write,
write possibly,
possibly and adequately,
a slightly adequate poem
or one with delusions of adequacy,
but this is a time in the game when your play not to win
but to not lose.
This perfunctory bit of squalid pseudo-verse will have to just do for now.
4:21am
It is the middle of the night
and hearts are breaking all over the world
the bars have closed
and the drunks have walked home, shed their skins, and passed out on delicious pillows
the night is slowly going to sleep
and I am wide awake
flirting with disaster
20
Sycamores are their own regime. Please startle
the starlight. Crawl into the murmuring of swallows.
Please wake Judith and her knife. What is lost
but palm trees and grief. What is lost but
the living.
but is it real?
the pink lemonade and limeade colored graffiti lined street
ten steps of a labyrinth slice
the cunning leading the exuberant
first fox, then bear, by his side girl child
what transcends is motion
outrivals ambition
leaving monarchy behind
the adventurers who can’t get lost
in the looking glass, called labyrinth
with Kevin Peterson’s own thumbprint in the fox’s fur
this is not a zoo portrait
but a portrait of a zoo visit
and all three animations are visiting not only the zoo
but this portrait
indicating the allusiveness of the Divine Spirit of Adventure
reminding not only of the creation myths called Genesis, of which there are two
but the child on Christ’s knee,
oh let the little children come to me he pleads and exhorts
in Christmas red and green
Poem Twenty ~ Short Thought on Addiction to a Person
I wish I could ever have a thought without you in it;
a hug without your warmth,
a pillow without your softness,
a touch without your shiver,
or a joke without your laugh.
But I’m glad I can’t.