Thursdays
such a tease
delights imagined
just steps away
just get through today
somehow Thursdays suck
all energy I’ve had
all hope for the week
drained
emotionally spent
making copies
freeing paper jams
typing reports
that are as meaningful
as ice to the devil
so hurry the hell up
Friday
so I can begin to really live
love, be happy
because this is purgatory
with heaven a breath away
Burning
Burning so damn much
it’s hard to write
What sweet words
can I give as a token
What I feel sure as hell isn’t affection
but a burning
so deep within
I try to claw it out
Only I succeed
not at easing the ache
but in yearning more for you
Should I beg
try to steal
a moment of your time
Relief’s not in my grasp
without you
Believe me
I tried
and was burned
Beyond Stars
shifting legs
keeping the tide at bay
holding breath
keeping the words hostage
fingertips
whispers
no need for grand gestures
when all the world
is contained
in one drop
when so much pleasure comes
it can’t be contained
but has to be shared
and the joy
of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark
shifting hands
keeping bodies close
holding fast
keeping gazes locked
climbing
piercing
opening a sliver in the sky
exposing flickers
something beyond
clouds or stars
when nothing could be sweeter
or as tangy on the tongue
than the drop of potion
and the joy of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark
Sleight of Hand
well that’s just ridiculous
shadows and sleight of hand
it’s magic, that’s what it is
why don’t we saw each other in half
and just get it over with
nobody will believe you chose me
you’re the damn ringmaster
while my spangles are tarnished
my tights are in tatters
and you shine like the noonday sun
so steady, stoic
bloody dashing, good
did you start as a lion tamer
because you’ve soothed my beast
we kissed, you cupped my cold hands
I may have set my sights too high
but never reached for the rings
I just dreamt and there you were
you fell but maybe I tripped you
we have no net now
traveling together
we’re freewheeling through space
bystanders entertained
small children delighted
I have no need of a big finish
so put away your plans
don’t you see
it’s not the high wire but the trapeze
we’re meant to fly and meet and part
and meet again
because it’s sweet
I can dust myself off
but never match your glow
but if you let me bask a little
I’ll do my part
and we’ll hold onto real magic
What An Image
What did you do?
You look like a different person.
Did you catch a wrench as it flew through the air?
Your hair looks as though you’ve spent a week in bed.
Those clothes could walk and talk and tell stories.
Are you deaf and dumb and blind?
Maybe you should try pinball.
Why aren’t you answering me?
I’m not hurting your precious feelings am I?
Do trolls have feelings?
I’ve got to get coffee.
It’s damn early.
Are you mocking me?
Will you follow me?
Let me get my glasses.
Shit.
I’ve been talking to the mirror.
The Word Rummager 