Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Rock Star’s Son

Sitting on the dock of the bed,
The wind contains me from your open French doors
(the opposite of my fire)

Next to you, Picture windows framed above
Free against the Colorado night sky...
Starry mountain high

We shake our butts nature nude
Skin on skin
Rustling Aspens just starting to Crisp
A musical soundtrack for our giggles
And the lottery we’ve supposedly won
Though

I still question if I could be enough
Or if you are
Or if or if or if...

We pass out.
And despite myself, I dream
( you are conspicuously missing,
though your hand rests gently on my thigh)

Instead, I am soaring through those trees
Above it all and onto the night sky

Like a Chagall Angel

Ready to blow a trumpet, blast it loud
Charging Gabriel
So strong Michael drops his sword
And Azrael wakes the dead.

I look back at you, us
Sleeping

And crave that slumber
Crave what is to come

So I climb back into my skin
With hope for a me, honest to me
For once.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Heartache and Candy

I never thought when we chose towels,
rather I chose towels and you the house with the garage,
purposing our most purposeful roles

...I never thought that I would be here standing behind myself right now in a mirror
looking at the tile in my new place
My new place

and thinking, how could there have been this foresight?
actually how could there Not have been this foresight?
Why do these towels match this bathroom,
when they never did ours?

and that lollipop silk nighty, the pink i was so sure of
the luna de miel colored syrup proportioned in perfect complex measure
madonna and whore, the one you didn't understand

It too matches this space

So who were we when we made the us decision?
because it certainly is not us now.

Hypothetical Jive

This door is marked private, If I let you in Where will you stash your ink-stained sin It could be small dogs barking into caves Brave, I hear that motive rumble motorcade Invective, stunning and worthy of a wink Sink into me honest I’ll let you know what I think