Serenity

May 28, 1993

I am just so disappointed I am so at war I don't know

where my mountains and rivers and valleys are.

Resurrection

Hey there bald man     are you afraid

The boy on the bicycle            your crayon face

This labyrinth              the map in his heart

trap doors you made   full of matter and space

Hey there bad man      be very afraid

The boy on the bicycle            he heard your name

The girl with the eyes              on the wall behind you

not the only one          who can identify you

And in this basement where bones pile           higher and higher

The avalanche of whispers        will one day enshrine you    

Hey there dead man    you left it too late

The boy on the bicycle            he is laughing away

No one can save             what is already departed

what you tried to kill  

                                 only just started

Crash landing

it was not the water I feared but
the coming
down
the expelling of the
clouds from my
lungs

The world underneath

June 3, 1993

I turn to face him
we stand there for a while
the grass is green from the rain
he does not know my name
I turn to him
I open my mouth and nothing gags
he listens
I turn to run I run run run
down the hill my arms stretched wide
I dive between the tall grass
the grass is tall from the rain
he calls for the daydreamer but I am gone
I am back laying in my bed
hating myself for the telling
it is too late
he does not know my name but he knows
there is no turning back

Endings and Beginnings

Yes, I wonder what those big oak doors

are saying

I wonder if I could read something carved

into their polished lines

because I am down here searching for some

sense of believing

when God isn't sending me any dreams tonight

Safe place

February 12, 2007

The Hate List:

109.  How you made me feel like I’m difficult and crazy and no one else could ever put up with me.

The sound and the fury

and I am thundering through

this what must be

shattering the glass with the howling

wind of disappointment wrapped

around me

because this is a study in endings

of our ending duly recorded but

eroded by time

yes I am alone

that is my tree on the hill

my grey sky to raise my muted

expectations to…