August 11, 2017

The Have-Nots

I used to see no-one else
Out in the world
With him
My eyes pointed one direction
One solely
Limbs wrapped around him like a fur stole
A cat always making contact
Doting and laughing and holding what little I could
What wasn't tensed
Walking too fast
Keeping a distance
Turning away.
Now all I see is everyone else
Happy coupled
Hands pegged together
A ricochet of smiles
Shoulders rubbed
A tug closer
That's if I notice anyone else at all any more.
I don't seek out eyes
I have nothing to say
So little to offer
An attractive young thing claps eyes on mine
And the look is held
Too long to be casual
In another life I may have been interested
Turned open eyes to open mouths
Blushed in the flattery
But I stare at him like a ghost
A female remnant haunting the streets
Slowly, casually, coolly hurtling towards nothing
Until I'm ready to stare back at someone
Some very faraway day
When I can feel the sun again
Something more than this neverending cold.

A Visit

I dreamed of him
In shadow hours
Light of my life
Pulling me to him
No more war or wanting
Just home
Safe home
And I woke too quickly
Searched for water
Fever sweating
Closed my eyes to nothing

He was gone.

June 10, 2017

Guarding Lions

Kings that sit at the head of driveways.
Waiting for what?
Sniffing the nothing.
The world darkening and nearing sleep for us.
But for them, a day begins, and the night is their playground.

June 5, 2017

Dylan Record Skips a Heartbeat

He looks at me
With fiery eyes
Bob Dylan repeat
No hard tries
You'd let yourself be followed
Let me be glue
But I step away now
I have nothing to offer you.

Wings of Night

A cleft of sky through weighted clouds
Black wings circling
A winter's night pulls it collar close
Through slitted eyes, watches a day dying.

May 28, 2017


The domestic towers pile up higher and closer to the city, like tourists clustering at the luggage carousel. At the airport, you can't see your case and if everyone stepped back a little, everyone could see, everyone could benefit. But they edge forward, wanting, needing the best view. 

These buildings are immovable mini-mountains, growing taller with each undulation against the earth. And the people will move into them, "Oh look at my kitchen! See how very shiny and white everything is? I've made it, this is living," until the next rupture of soil under the pummeling rods of metal monsters indents a new cave for cars, and men in high-viz vests erect another massive Lego block on top of it.
There goes your idyllic view of the city, that you only glanced at over a stressed cigarette or to whimsically show off to visiting friends. 

Your property value is surely going to drop with that off-white lump in the way. 
Ugh, progress. Gentrification. It's disgusting. This used to be a nice area - when my building was the tallest, and I had the clearest view.

May 20, 2017


You're young
They say
You're young
You're young
You're young
You're young
They say
You're young
You're young
You're young
'Til they don't say it any more.