Tag Archives: loss

Save me

From these lines
The husky symbols
The insistence

Of an old testament
The absolutism of this poem
Made to fit my stanzaic rites

Abundantly over my scalp
Intentional as my tone
Drenched soley to save this rhyme

Installed in this suburban home
Watching God’s mouth open
Making the faintest of sounds

The words

La de dah
Give me your winning hand
You with your bag of dinner rolls

Feeding, trading your moccassins
Your socks

Leaving twelve pieces of crust
To find your way home

Sir
You know me so well

I’d rather be different
If you make this sickness go away

Make me a rock
With Roman letters
Write my name six times

Cover me with water
So I may be found
Decades from now

I know you love me
In this lost and found

In this city above above ground
Where I too find myself
Much too gentle for my own kind

Worried about the Sun

Therefore alone I circle discreetly

Mending the unsatisfied rainbows

Were the dangerous weather prevailed

Parting the lost lives saved

Keeping the secret alive

The span of life smoldering at the roots

God – am I radical ?

For speaking with this little shame

Know I yield only where love and need become one

Where dust hits the eyes

The mouthful sing

Accepting the grief

Artistically bending the chestnuts

The overcruelly

Punishing with the gentle proof

With a mercy

A mercy greater than any man could ever have

Mercifully Mixing

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HisĀ upperĀ mouth

faintly speaks

it quietly blows

aged bubbles of despair

blue hugeness frequenting the moon

love shaping his bride

starving his unpainted smile

the extracted spirits

who once claimed his veins

momentarily

between those rivers

where voices spark

spark wanting strokes

where the terrific pleasure of being alive lives and wonderfully loves