written and crossed out so many lines
tossed so many words to the wind
maybe someone will find them
floating on a tumbleweed
and make more sense of them than I
Like dawn
You’re looking at me but seeing her
I know that look, it’s happened before
Sitting there stunned
wondering how I know
it’s because I was there too
in one way or another.
The light behind her
as she stood in the doorway
saying goodbye
without quite getting
that it was breaking you.
I am quite good at picking up pieces
and forming patterns
out of broken hearts.
You see he looked at me the same way
with great charm
but without an ounce of soul
as he made his messy exit.
Your last night with her
will never leave you
but that’s ok
since I’ll never forget him either.
But that doesn’t mean
we can’t make our own mandalas
with the shards we’ve become
not so empty just broken
waiting to be laid out in a new bed
of our making.
It will be messy and beautiful
and ours looking forward like dawn.
Monday work rant
racing to get nowhere
faster and faster we go
looking everywhere
except where we should focus
over analyzing
but forgetting the simple things
frustration mounting
building
festering
until there’s a pop
an explosion
and we lash out
like wild animals
caged too long
in traps of our own making
self serving in a twisted way
subsisting on gluttony
needing more, more!
but what happens
when we run out of room
in our homes
in our heads
in our hearts
what will we become
will anyone even notice
in a world full of hungry animals
hurt
ugh
that hurt
right in the gut
trying to silence me
any way you can
you tried the face
but I don’t hold truck with looks
you tried withholding food
but I have other things to feed me
you tried screwing with my head
but I have other reserves
you don’t even know about
untying my robe
that I kept on for comfort
trying to bate me
baring me
to your gaze
but something you can’t understand
is that I’m not afraid
of pain of flesh
when it’s so fleeting
it’s the soul searing pain
of the loss of your touch
and the emptiness
I face without your words
I fear
so hurt me
and I’ll know you’re still there
Will the Magic be Gone?
They moved together restlessly
She with hesitation
He with impatience
She knew things he did not
He understood things she never would
Exploring, guiding, testing, discovering, tensing, releasing, breathing
He reached, touched
Her body smiled
He understood the where and when, cause and effect
Like a scientist mixing vital chemicals creating a reaction
She was carried on a wave
Despite herself
Despite what she knew, how it would end
He moved in ferocious tempo
Moved to unveil secrets
She stopped with
“Will the magic be gone?”
Hesitation, empty platitudes.
“When you see me, the magic will go “
He created a new wave
She let herself be distracted
Closed her eyes.
Let go.
As he looked, she dissolved into warm light.
She was gone.
He was grasping at shadows and light
She could see, not feel
He could touch but not see
Too far apart
Dimensions to cross
She knew this world of illusion
He understood transience of flesh
They moved slowly
To find a way either back or somewhere else
She with patience
He with disbelief
Exploring, reaching, holding, tasting, hoping, being.
The Word Rummager 