Lady Blue

Blue

Lady changed

Melodious whispered voices

Teasingly beckoned

Out hands your reach

Lovers of sea

Water adrifted on waves

Alone forever

Mine of love retired

But pretty words

Painfully felt

Never again

You cannot awaken

Dead

Even though ink called

Notorious

Penned passion

Of known man

Fame

Man known of

Penned passion

Notorious

Called ink though even

Awaken cannot you

Again never

Felt painfully

Words pretty but

Retired love of mine

Forever alone

Waves on adrifted water

Sea of lovers

Reach your hands out

Beckoned teasingly

Voices whispered melodious

Changed lady

Blue

Nightmares

The weight of the world
Straddles my dreams
And pins down my shoulders
Until I can’t breathe
My pulse is shallowly drawing
Stars behind my eyelids
Until I want to scream
STOP
And each night I am afraid
That only my heart will hear
To heed my command
For to pause before waking
May be my last thought
So I continue to struggle
With the pressure of your leaving
Amazed that pain feels the same
Whether asleep or awake
Yesterday or tomorrow
Until I want to box my ears
To keep from hearing your voice
Scrub my hands
Til they no longer feel your skin
And slap the taste of you
Out of my own mouth
Will my soul then be calmed enough
So that I can sleep without
Dreaming?

Wet

Wet
Breezes
Herald times
When I waited
At the edge of shore
For your hands to find me
I shall always welcome you
And anticipate your return
You give me the able confidence
As the women who know satisfaction
Resonating the smile of fulfillment
Fueling my linguistic libido
Words to incite and verbs to taste
Open your arms and let me
Pour myself into you
Every drop splashes
Running over
Releasing
You to
Me

Poet (slammed)

I listen to your words

Angry, sullen and revolutionary words

You want change

And

You want it now

I hear your words

You scream at the injustice

Of your childhood

Absent father

Drug addicted sister

And you had to eat free lunch at school

I taste your words

Bitter and hungry at the same time

You wound the ear

In tirades

Leaving a trail

Of vowels

Not ink

For that last too long

Establishmentarianism

Which you are against

Form and substance

Eaten and spewed back out

I smell your words

Categorically denied

That you are also tomorrow

For tomorrow brings a new fight

A new struggle

Found deep

In your recycled bag

Of hemp and straw and lies

Green

Reclaimed

You rally for the latest buzz

I feel your words

Tight and hot

Quick and sharp words

Thorns on rose bushes unseen

Bleeding out the ones without knowledge

And then you leave for the next

March, next stage

In your gas guzzling SUV

Starbuck coffee in hand

A “spoken word” artist

And over your shoulder

You loudly accuse me of being

A “poet”.

Reflections...palindrome

Reflection

With emotions mixed

Broken then shattered

Close persons lost

Heart emulated

Is beyond repair

Insightful of link of

Varied directions

Only time healing

Things all hold

Singular places

Inner peace

Introspection

Reflects words

As mirrors

Broken heart

SEES

Heart

Broken mirrors as

Words reflect

Introspection

Peace inner

Places singular

Hold all things

Healing time only

Directions varied

Of link of

Insightful repair

Beyond is

Emulated heart

Lost persons close

Shattered then broken

Mixed emotions with

Reflection

Autumn

Today I turned on my heat

Just a small flick of a button

And it was suddenly autumn

More than fall,

That happened when I

Turned off the air conditioning

But autumn

When a cool equinox occurs

And Saint Martin no longer smiles

In sunny warmth

Today I turned on my heat

The whispered tepidity

Stirred still green leaves

That jumped off branches

Too soon

In stead of waiting on new color

That would allow them to drift

Gently into mis-organized leaves

On the browning grass

Today I turned on my heat

The solemnity of change

Not loss on my body

My ankles need socks

They decry the cottons of summer

And long for argyles and woolens

I unpack flannels

And a bevy of long sleeve shirts

Today I turned on my heat

And the weight of a year

Fell across my shoulders

Autumn has brought me back

To the season of wearing socks to bed

And although I turned on my heat

It’s your warmth that I need

detente dreams

Yellow crinkly edges

On once green glossy leaves

Lustrousless

As dust on a bookshelf

The volumes contain all

The knowledge in the world

And yet who knows

Of a lover’s slip

Hanging below the torn hem

Of yesterday’s party dress

Strap slipped down

To the crook of her elbow

A day that was once known

As a good time not had

Has slipped into the night

To not be had by all

Though my longing is keen

I have never seen a hurricane

But its perfume is heavy

Threatening to crack a rainbow

Into prisms of dirty light

The very smallest of which

Can make the sun bleed

Its drops staining my tears

Unshed in my obstinacies

To believe that I have not

Been flicked off as rain

On an oft opened umbrella

And left standing, forgotten

Waiting to be touched

Moments roasted brown

In nutmeg tinged flavors

Dry and arid

On desert altars

Rocks and sand drifts

Slowly through sifting

Out wants from needs

Of adobe colored dreams

For maybe desires

Have nothing to do with

The faith of promised good

And everyone must learn

That NO is an answer too