(2013)
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.