Now that we’re over and you’re gone,
I’m left to ponder the past and wonder
what might have been, if only. If only
I had done this rather than that.
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For the Broken Girl
I’ll hold your hand in mine to protect your heart
If you slip away, you’ll drift free like a child’s balloon, and
when you fall to the ground, your heart will be broken
and will shatter into a million pieces
Healed by time, your mended heart will grow back
with scars and cracks
The scars suppress memories of your pain,
cracks let hope seep in until your
heart once again fills with love
I’ll hold your hand in mine to protect your heart
If you slip away, you’ll drift free like a child’s balloon, and
I will spend a thousand years searching to find you again
Imagination Playtime With Cameron
We flew by the Sun,
My grandson and I,
On a witch’s broom
Custom made to fly.
We circled Venus and Uranus,
And Jupiter and Mars.
We flew on to the Milky Way,
And ate cookies surrounded by stars.
And when our fuel ran low
We landed on the Moon
Where the conductor said,
“The train will leave soon.”
“All aboard the Polar Express!”
He called, “Next stop planet Earth!”
We took our seats and fell asleep—
Waited to arrive at our berth.
We awoke on the sofa
Covered in Legos and spacemen,
And Cameron’s sweet voice,
“Grandpa, let’s do it again!”
The Light
Thought I saw something
On your dock last night
Watched across the lake
Slender beam of light
There was a time your light
Guided me through the dark
Led me safely to your dock
Where we ignited the spark
Of forever love we shared
Doing all those things we did
While parents slept in cabins
We laid on the dock and slid
Into the water
Greased by alcohol
Skin pressed together
An eye on landfall
Promises burned between us
Like matching couple tattoos
Consummated at fifteen
Mind-bending colorful hues
Your dad murdered the light
Snuffed my guide to your side
Forty years gone by now
The night my heart died
Corporate Rebirth
WesTel is to telecom, as
Earth is to the Sun.
I orbit WesTel, like
the moon circles Earth.
Faster, faster, faster—
I spin.
Pulled away from—
all I know.
Spinning, spinning, spinning—
a centrifuge.
Extracting my soul—
consuming it whole.
Memories
the warmth of her skin
the softness of her hair
the touch of her hand
the taste of her kiss
Tiny Geisha
i have never seen such
fury. my tiny geisha
turns on me.
fire lashes from her
mouth, almond eyes
slice me like a blade.
haiku
he lies to me once,
will lie again and again,
no remorse, no soul
all trust is foregone
i run in a wicked storm,
leave his heart to bleed
When Love Dies
A tear forms in your eye,
And then another, and more
Until your eyelid is full and
They fall out and run down
Your cheek in single file
Spilling off your face and
Landing in your tepid tea.
we’ll get through this together
we’ll get through this together
like:
billionaires drifting the
ocean on luxury yachts
or the rich flying to new
zealand in private jets to
‘end of the world’ bunkers
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