Tears Together

Awash in a salty
sea of unease
welcomed
reluctantly

reaching out
with empty hands
finding
easily

Dripping eaves
of regret
mothers
sidelined
by pain
soothing

disappointment
dreams erased
clinging closely
pushed away
finding

joy overwhelming
cleansing
miracles
one small
sound
easing
a night
of phantoms

singing through...
cracked voices
rise together
giving
missing pieces
taking
broken shards
of light

hold them
so close
they burn a
white hot
memory
of 
fresh winds
blowing through
hearts
newly
cleansed
ready
to move
forward
again

Windsong

Raging outside
in the darkness
of that starless sky,
you beckon
to me
pulling my eyes
from the page
searching for
form.

Knocking limbs
setting chimes
alive
tinkling
off key
bowing to your
displeasure
you twist
the day with
your
impulsive will.

A stand of
crooked pines
armed with
sharpened needles
breathe in your
barrage
expelling only
softness.

Watching
through my
protective lens
I cower
here
inside...

but plot
retaliatory
stillness.
.

Heart's Desire, Tush on fire

Before the screen
upon my tush,
psychobabble.

My brain
is mush,
slushing 'round inside
my head
gushing out
my ears.
Instead of sitting
here all day
my spirit hovers
waits to play
for me to say
enough
...
no more
times up
take
a break
shake my head

and make some
space
a place
to house
a fantasy
of riding off
 running free
beyond responsibility
past insecurity
to that home
meant for my feet
where I just
breathe
and feel the beat
no more gushy, mushy
bore
shake my tushy
'cross the floor

Navigation

Moving forward

sliding through

without

you beside

me.

Will I perish?

or...will

momentum

cut a new path

for my

soul?

The Road: Nick Cave and Warren Ellis

                                                                                                  

Cementing the Holes

turmoil within
stirs an empty belly
bubbling up with
discontent
wrought with sores
from overuse

breath held to
block out
the stink
of injustice, emphatic
disgust on the edge
of his words
on the tip of his

tongue cut free
from vile embrace
of unsavory rhetoric
laden without
words to
nourish
his wisdom

left to his own
devices
he rises up
unarmed but ready
to fight
blind yet hitting
the target
off center
still
piercing
front to
back

He kneels before
his audience
and peers through
the holes he has
torn in their
armor
gasping
he falls


standing free
behind
steaming platters
filled with relief
he sees the
backs
of his
sworn opponents
holding up
the people
offering them
cement to
plug up the
holes