AND TO LOVE
danced all night you did
first meeting and me
not yet
on the agenda
I suppose I must feel glad
you contrived to shut
every other option out
don’t know what it would feel
like right now
never to have been conceived
never have to come
into existence
never to have encountered
the day the dancing stopped
ground to a halt
eventually dead in
its tracks
and me and my siblings
left wondering
if this is what time
and children do
to passion, and to love
MCCALL
you told me
about your beloved dog
whose name,
unforgivably,
I have forgotten
I am on my way
to forgetting everything
every day
the jigsaw puzzle
loses another piece
and the picture on the box
must have been replaced
because I would
swear by
all that is holy
I have
no knowledge of this one;
would attest
in a supreme court not
to have seen it before
not to have
seen you before, remembering
good times, the odd
great time
before it all went to Hell
turned cataclysmic
falling further from grace
than fallen angels
ever did
no pride, I guess it was,
that threw our
little world into
terminal
tail spin
the worst kind of pride, pride raging sad shadow
born of childhood pain
beyond our
undetstanding at the time
that time of which
you told me, your your legs
striding through
the veldt, dog whose
name
I have forgotten chasing
you, loyal
to a fault behind you
and me
not in this scene, here
just whisper
waiting for the moment of
our meeting and
the thought
(for which I do
so apologize
that here you are
here we are
neither of us from this moment on
ever going to be alone
DARKER TURN
when I die
condense all
I was
and now am
into a love poen
single, short, to the point
thing of night and dream
and moment when
all our darkness
all that
we are
of darkness
thrives, comes alive
knows
the bliss
of a star
when I die
turn me into
a love poem
short
and to the point
nothing special
of diamond, golden
thing in the heavens
like Romeo’s heart
speaking plainly
not
(as Juliet did envision)
beautifully scattered
and then
if I am read
(if you
are the one to read)
put
what did, what was
into some
forever parenthesis
just to say, remind me,
that I am
thing of absence,
thing of
the darkness now
this
small, petty life that
writes
being so
preoccupied with what it says
what said
took a
sweeter, darker turn
TOYLAND
let me be abstract
let ne be
hypothetical
let me
not worry abouf ereor
let alome, Sin,
let me have the
algorithms not
to put a foot wrong
to vontinue of my given
track without regret,
remorseless but effortlessly
and when i come to
you in ths night
all exchange and interplay
a sturdy versitiliyy
aa per
every bell and whustle
by the numbers snuggle and
cuddle do all the fore
abd after
back and forward, prelude
and post
being in it for the long run
until we bust
a spring, spring
a leak
as
is the case when
every little life
scrioted by truth and
Scheme of perfection
finds, andxis ground down
in the forever coils of
the eternal
nemesis
which
goes by one name alone,
which nsme being love
the disastrr dreamt of
by every toy or machine
.
SPEECHLESS
you were
the one who
left me speechless
when your lips
moved
so did
the stars
the raw beauty
to skittle me
Queen Ace King
Jack Ten
top to
bottom
a flush of hearts
and many loved you
my firm
belief
they found you
untamable
but once i held
you close
instantly
my
goddess
beyond all space
and time
but now, when
last we spoke
it was a dark,
peverse loyalty
to
the murderous instincts
of the tribe
whose path
must lead
to dire inhumanity, genocide
taking the startling beauty
from those fine eyes
blind to the horror
skewed by its lies
ODD WORLD
in your odd
volumpuous world
I bump into the sacred
trip over the profane
think of all those saints in
the skins of demons
and vice versa
who scrawled
their holy script
all night
with you
thinking
I could have
shown you something
shown
them something
but, alas, you
missed your opportunity
all and sundry
I sink so stately
into the grave
FABULOUS
if you
are so fabulous
as wonderful
as you say
where
is the wonder?
where are
the fables?
where is the story
that is going to
change my landscape
shift my reality
grip me
grab me
for the rest
of my life?
I catch you sleeping
that very sight
transformative
beneath small, square-
shaped purple blanket
looking
Roman imperial, totally
submerged
and here I am outside
looking in
who knows what
impassable fence my
face pressed up against
who knows
what ultimate, legendary barrier
and on
that shrouded face
what dreams come
strong enough
to leave
some imprint, make
ground-breaking impression?
and so it is
between us
so much spoken
yet everything hidden
deep
beneath the choppy surface
of that text
true leviathans
denizens of the fabulous
most certain to appear
poems 2 die for