The question wasn't about love.
I merely asked if you could live with me;
this me that I am now;
this person that I have become.

Your response stood between us,
a schoolyard bully clenching its fists
just daring me to make a response.

I gazed at the ring on my finger,
took recollection of my vows.
I slid 20 years off for a closer look.

It was then that I realized it was broken;
that this ring couldn't hold love anymore
for it had a rather large hole in it.

Calling Shakespeare he is
ask him
why he had to create sonnets.
was it because he wanted
guys to pass time
and learn rhyme....

there was no cell
no TV,
no laptop
no iPod! what etc

was only his dictionary
twas the reason?
Just ask him

Shakespeare come alive
what you spoke none dared question,
now the moment we open our mouth,
they ask why?

that's the gift of our Internet
which thank god in your time
they didn't beget

poet writer
dust decipher

mirage miracles
at the horizon

the forum theorem

all the stars
are keys
on the bracelet of
the way
milled and milken
flawless
and torn

asunder we drive
driven
we ride
awaiting our
glorious dawn

our creator
beset
by factors
of random
random
tidings
carefully swept wings
tended hearts
in guarded gardens

..

Honey Spill

(for Susan Lynn O.)

It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus

beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record

needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban

noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet

of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots

inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.

A Mouse Twirling Dust

A quiet little mouse I am
Staying kind holding ham.
But lies and slams make me cuss
And rip your heart out before I hush,

I'm the big dog
You're the little dog
And you maybe me I'm fighting with,
The fruit of my womb, a gift,

But I’ll crush you like the twirling dust
If you don't back up, back off and hush.
I don't take kindly to missile attacks
When I'm fed-up dodging daggers, holding back.

I went out today
no, I didn't. that's a lie
I wanted to go, but...
no, that's a lie too
I just wanted to stay in and drift with my current state of inertia
but you would probably frown upon that
you do that sort of thing, you know
you know you do
so I thought I'd start with an end run
and lie...just to shut you up... out....yeah, shut you out for awhile

Darkness is not dark enough
You claim to have served in the Air Force
I presume you would have served
in darkness
and don't you recall,
after some time
one overcomes night blindness
and
one can see in to the dark sea,
as one can during broad day light

otherwise how do you say
owls see clearly at night,
they have no special night vision

the darker the night,
the clearer one sees

the small rays
crespulant
spilling, the motes like frosts tears

You and I were the
fence
where we grew our secrets
the teeth bared
the hearts sewn
with sinew
and string

now our road is quiet
filling in
with limbs
and weeds

belonging to before
the before
leaving the after
to its taste
our bitter and sweetness
bound
beneath
the bold
blue

Roll Roll Roll this flow gently down a beat Merrily merrily merrily merrily Life ain't what it seems

Had a dream last night not as great as Martin Luther's The Love of my life was correcting Karma Sutra

While I was making this rhymes I was on the inside of my love stroking at a double time

Shes's the best I'm like stereo record I'll confess I'm the best at what I do I've been blessed

To write poetry Blessed to write this story Blessed to display lyrics