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Hear he. Hear he, staying on
after the gates are chained,
walking the length of the midway
with a torch that flickers like a tired star.
A few coloured bulbs keep their vigil,
constellations pinned to the pitch‑black
as if the night sky was a circus tent
where the carnival once stood.
He is a lighthouse built for everyone but himself, casting his marrow into the dark to guide ships that never look back once they reach the shore. He has spent a lifetime pouring his own water into their cracked tanks, watching them drink until they are full, only to find that when his own throat is parched, they have forgotten the way to the well.
The platform is quiet and long.
The timetable is torn and old.
I watch the empty rails extend
Into a story yet untold.
The station clock ticks, slow and deep.
The station clock has all the time.
It mocks the hope that I still keep
For a bell and a distant chime.
I see the ghost of a stopped train
In the dust on the glass door.
I hear the echo of a name
That I called out, and called no more.
They are brothers too,
in some not so civil war,
playing sides against the others,
wounded hearts, and open sores.
Friendly-fire took him down,
in mistaken identity.
A shadow caught out in the open,
dissolved in light's acuity.
Nay, do not weep for lack of direction,
give him compass, guide him home.
Turn the lights on, Baby,
your brother's likely stoned.
No injunction set against him,
there's nothing to forgive.
A brother is always welcome,
he's got the right to live.
(otherwise titled chief champion toilet clogger)
On Hold
"Can I put you on hold,
while I look further into it?"
I agree, though I feel my neck tensing...then,
What feels like hours passes,
my patience has turned into butter that's been overly churned,
by the time, they return.
"Can you wait over there, while I help this person?"
I wait, in limbo,
as four more go first,
While my stomach acids feel fierce enough,
To burn a hole in my purse.
If you come back to me
You will make my day
Worth
my life is nothing without you
I need somebody
That can cheer me up
When I am feeling down
In the dumps
You say I should smile more often
Because I have a beautiful smile
Yes smile is the best medicine there is
You say I am too serious
Maybe you are right
They keep me company
Serendipitous
In this quiet state
What we must become
We’re all but one
Until we break away
I watch them take my place
Leaving me to decay in its wake
In these barren lands
Invasive sensations encase me
Illusions I designed, fake my face
As time tears away at whats left of me
Exalting themselves
Festering within
A living hell
Until we separate
These demons take control
Splayed out on a big, brightly colored beach towel
feeling the warmth of the sun and the saltwater residue on my skin
peering skyward at clear blue skies and white wispy clouds
grey colored waves with white frothy tips pound the shore
a colony of seagulls cry and swoop like kamikaze pilots
I take a barefooted stroll along the water's edge
the cold liquid nips at my toes
I look back to see my footprint left in the sand
Soaking up the sun, sunburned this pale body
for relief, I frolic in the ocean, jumping the waves
There are old fairy tales—
So many, believe,
Though colors have faded,
They still won’t leave.
The paint may be pale,
Yet death they deny—
Old stories don’t vanish,
They simply pass by.
The Girl once in Red
Is the Wolf’s faithful wife,
And in a grand castle
Three piglets live life.
Hansel and Gretel
Now bake bread and pies,
A warm little bakery
Under sweet skies.