All posts filed under: Poems

Dining Room in the Country

There is no wall between the landscape Parallel lines split clean passed Pastel symmetry divided by stucco walls, Vivid but barren The colors do not blur, but blend against the brush Geometry stilted against memory A lasting gaze A woman leans against the pane, Outside looking in. More feral at heart than the cats That’ve claimed her chairs. A wild thing, that tree plucked clean by pulpy hands Flesh happy to have picked flesh Now resting on a clothed table Until dusk inherits the red Resting against shoulders We can cover with our thumbs How has it happened that a piece can be held in your hands, possessed, purchased, & owned But never really known? Advertisements

A Vague Transgression

Our last night The split in the blinds cast slitted shadows on your skin The moon leaks a pale blue into the Filtered air and kicks up into our lungs  Cat in the sink sleeps away this August heat It’s four a.m  Phone sounds the waking bell You kick the sheets that tie around your knees and go to brush your teeth I pinch the creases of my eyes to keep from crying  Tears seep inevitably between my fingers  Walk downstairs  Wait for the coffee to steep  ….wait a little longer than it usually takes, Trying to grasp the precious moments you’re  Still with me, wishing maybe You’d stay for breakfast Or an extra day, or week But you don’t falter on those plans you made We walk in somber silence into the humid morning, Dragging our feet across the pavement to your car Grab the handle, kiss and wave goodbye Your lights fade across the blacktop lot I march back with folded arms into our empty flat Crawl up the stairs, flick off the lights …

The Reasons Why I’m Leaving

Because I tried to wear another’s ring But it burned me Because I show her your picture everyday Because we picked out funeral plots And joked like the jokeWasn’t ours Because the smile on my face is feigned Because Annie’s too young to understand That she has your eyes Because the closet smells like tobacco and patchouli When I open the doors Because I hear you in my head laughing when I think of something funny Because I always seem to forget where I’m driving to Because she folds clothes onto Her paper dolls and walks them into the fire Because sadness is selfish And new shoes are expensive Because I spend my days in listless Envy for the end that came to you, but not to me. Because I’m nothing but a half-human, half-venlafaxine Drone standing on legs I had forgotten I had Keeping your grave decorated because It feels like home Because my fidelity wasn’t forced And now I can’t be free Because I spent 25 years Killing time, And now it’s killing …

The Paradigm

Four walls Empty room Bread, meat in the icebox Snow outside,  tempting me to play  with its imperfect remedy. Let the cold in &  those four walls collapse  in heavy folly Making the lonely go away, Making the nothing Go away. Four walls,            Fire burning Cinnamon Warmth of the hearth Bread, meat, laughter Echoes That snow still slipping her china doll limbs under the door Reaching relentlessly Clutching empty air as I catch my breath Begging for my embrace And how pretty and pure and light, I long in a secret still-life reality Ever-wishing to be cold again, But sheltered I am by Four walls Full belly Sweeping, Sweating, cutting my fingers on the machine Stay strong Closing the curtains so I can’t see the snow I watch the thread drop a nd roll To the door, Four walls Between us You look at the woman who shares now your name, That frail, white-bodied figure That stranger That sinner, bumping shoulders with the devil in the corner Things s l o w The smell …

Life, Death, & Hospital Dinners

There’s that smell                                  That pale green laughter That chokes your throat Translucent yellow walls Glowing under florescent lights That will cut you out of Tourniquets and into heaven. The woman with the chipped nails and Painted smile holds a tray filled With today’s fate: a slew of pale things Grey peas, stiff meat, and something they Call potatoes Ladled with orange petroleum And she says, enjoy And I thank her As such a courteous fool does Ted Bundy got steak And eggs before he died Could I have not made the same Request? When the mind turns to mush That’s all They care to feed you I proceed with futile attempts To stab at the peas of Government sympathy With something that is neither A spoon, nor a fork Enjoy, indeed. But here I sit, propped up by Starchy pillows not meant for rest The flowers on the table have turned Pungent, and the pictures of smiling People I no longer recognize Have abandoned me just as my mind Has them And I’m sure …

On Things Forgotten

Recoiled skies pass in reckless abandon The wind blows through the windows, Prickly pear and other thorny things sprouting limbs And creeping up the walls of this old sheriff’s office Remain the only living occupants. If walls could talk, they mightn’t choose to speak… We leave things hanging on hall trees, And mounted above mantles Small reminders that there was life inside at Some point. But the bones and blood Of these buildings runs cold, Until there is nothing but the Forlorn faith of somber cries From voices long underground. Ghost towns and old railyards mark the skin of This heartland, Long bleached from the sun and Rusted away from unfair weather. It’s a wonder what this place must’ve been Before time turned executioner, Before people picked up their shadows And blew away like rain-flit flames Struggling for a life that is no longer theirs. Now the frames wilt And weather away in rural decay, Things that once housed, fed, and warmed Now sink back into deformed Earth. Laughes do not echo off the walls, The …