Monday, January 30, 2017

The Old House

Lately, I have been following my
memories
Like bare footprints in mud
marching back
to my boyhood bedroom
in the
Old House

(Which is no more...)

The dated wallpaper and
carpet
The guitar-scars 'pon the ceiling

The air thick with art-pencil graphite
and nascent dreams

My old man violently reminding me
on a regular basis
That I am useless and stupid

And the radio seductively reminding me
on a regular basis
That I am alive and hopelessly artfucked

For reasons beyond comprehension
It's always late Autumn
and after midnight
In those memories...

Cold
and
Dark
and
Forever
Blissfully
Electric...

___________

*1/30/17

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Pas De Deux

I have dreamt of you
in waltz-time
   laughing piano arpeggios
Your eyes
the threat of
thundersnow
Dancing
in faerietale Red Shoes
   kicking blood
and dust up
into
my face
And
I in soulstruck awe
   Diving headlong
into the pas de deux
Matching and mirroring
You

I have dreamt of you
An exhalation
away from a kiss
   Smiling
At once
cautionary and inviting
   Biting my lower lip
I spin, turn, glide
Blinded by starlight
   Drunk on impossibilities
And you
Pirouetting
  upon tear-slick floorboards
Bathed in grace and freedom

Lullaby-soft
  You throw me
One last wild wondrous
Knowing look
   And then vanish--
As I awaken with
a breathless
broken
Heart.

__________

*1/5/17