112/365
April 22, 2012 at 2:33 pm | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: Slim
Remember
Remember when we never
combed our hair?
Or thought
to eat?
When darkness smelled like
water lilies? And melted
light?
Nothing could
wait.
You were every bit
an astronaut.
I was sky.
.
94/365
April 3, 2012 at 12:04 am | Posted in Tag! | 1 CommentTags: days
Traffic
I saw you
walking home late
afternoon. Maybe
after dinner
at
your mother’s.
Looking left.
Right.
Crossing to close the last
block.
I wonder, if she served
mashed potatoes.
Your mother.
If she knew
the wind
was not the first, today
to
sift your curls.
Kiss
your cheek.
93/365
April 2, 2012 at 8:41 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: haiku
Spring
The Coming in
and Going out
of God.
91/365
March 31, 2012 at 12:27 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: once
No Answer
The package you requested,
cannot be
delivered.
Because the black cat
at the fourth floor
window
is watching. Because the lantern
creaks
and sways. Because the key took
a wrong turn. Because
the address book except
one page was thrown
away. Because the body
and the blood behind
the shed was
everything
you meant to send
instead.
90/365
March 30, 2012 at 12:19 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: to eat or not to eat
What I Love Best About Sundays
Is the perfectly, perfectly
perfectly round,
round, smooth skin, tight
sweet cool
I can roll
on my tongue just to roll,
roll, bite, chew into
pieces of heaven.
Is when you say
One end, stem,
five-tip star
at the other-–
Not round.
Is when I say
That may be.
But what
I love best
about Sundays…
are the blueberry, blueberry,
blueberry
kisses
from you.
73/365
March 13, 2012 at 12:44 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: bento boxes
-7-
The Father
of the bride was
touched. At least
a hundred people shook
his hand, congratulated
him.
He filled their glasses with
champagne.
I danced with him. He
dances well, the
Father of the bride.
72/365
March 12, 2012 at 11:57 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: true story
Today
Because this
goodbye knows no
hello,
it hesitates to
end. Doesn’t want
to swallow. Only blinks and
blinks and
blinks
and
maybe if I
smile,
in the middle of
grim,
I can hide you.
Find you.
Tomorrow.
59/365
February 28, 2012 at 11:32 pm | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: days
Days
There will be
days
that matter.
Today.
The birthday
of your mother.
All the days
between.
53/365
February 22, 2012 at 12:12 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: all heart
Calico
The beginning is
never enough. Your kiss
uncurls like
treasure maps, hot
Frosting,
cinnamon to
pull apart and
Anchors, always
anchors.
Reeling away
at your
calico heart.
52/365
February 21, 2012 at 12:59 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: till then
Everett
Take careful stock of
empty. The room there is
to swim
in double spaces. Take
four strokes, breathe, take four
strokes,
breathe, take four strokes,
tuck, turn, breathe. Set
everything you’ve shouldered
out
to sea.
39/365
February 8, 2012 at 1:39 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: till then
Till Then
A time will come
to walk North.
Willows
usher the way.
Clouds wait.
22/365
January 22, 2012 at 4:58 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: haiku
Haiku
You waited.
I was waiting too
No one knew.
17/365
January 17, 2012 at 1:33 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: eternity
Room
There are houses that
we live in. Bags of
bones and promise rivers
want
to wash away. There is
time, less left
to play with. Voices,
fingerprints and hearts
to throw. There are newborn
dreams to rock, mayflies
to catch and chase
with mirrors, Space
can’t help
but learn to fit
the way
We fill.
11/365
January 11, 2012 at 11:57 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: you know who
(distraction)
We could be eating pasta. Or
waiting for a left-turn
signal. Your elbow
comes to mind.
How I’ll hold
it.
Bite you.
10/365
January 10, 2012 at 11:36 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: for instance
No Body
If I wrote you a letter, It would start with
Hello. And ask about
The band.
And the letter would smile and forget
To explain things better left
Unknown.
And just before signing
The letter’s name
It would kiss you, Because
It’s a letter.
It can.
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