To Walk

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I come close to your heart and for me it beats in The Rhythm that eases the doubt that vies for room in mine and what becomes clear but God, who is not at all the tiny god we create to suit our short-sighted purposes and to please our mind’s eye, but instead Who emerges is God who created my heart and your heart, matched them together for glory and gave us a purpose eternal and we enjoy this.

Steel City

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I remember Chicago

Who told me the pitch of my forehead to the plane of my feet was quite perfect

I, out of all the millions

You told me, was steel more strong than the skyscrapers I surrounded myself with

I believed and became

For I trusted you, and still do -you’d seen it all, and overcame, too

Forever

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Oh, there is the great likelihood fun would become us!

We’d get along famously and fall into friendship, the depths of which….

Do you fear we’d find fault, and in a flash, some short fuse blows?

I don’t….

I figure we’d flirt with life, day in, day out, as Fourth of July fireworks.

A Grand Finale ad infinitum….

The fact of us, fostering the good fortune of our hearts feeling again.

It’s been forever….

Sleep

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I fear the night knows I slink at its entrance, cowering quietly in its presence

I vacillate between prayer and submission, hysteria and acquiescence

I sleep fitfully, sporadically, the night sky screaming at me

I awake thirsting and alone, wanting back more than lost sleep

Repair

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You’re not the tea type, to me. Ancient you aren’t.

You think you are. But I think you’re raspberry hot chocolate.

Take this endless cup. With my reckless invitation.

Delve. Repair into the wild, earthen past and the rich insanity ahead.

We, hot chocolates in hand, casting our cares. Setting a spell.

Busted

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I wonder if my eyes weren’t broke
Had they not spent their last red cent
Denying warning flags and the like

What would I see instead of circles
Sad, red circles, dark cycles
Looking like pendulums and roller coasters

Would I see I’ve chased my tail
Someone else’s short-sighted plans
And not at all my own red heart

Clark

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You were spoiling me, delivering the morning news to my doorstep

Changing headlines to all that I needed to read, nothing less

You were educating me, either that or reprogramming my heart

Carrying its weight for free, lightening the burden of beating again

You were reminding me of me, the me I was and am and cannot never be

Speaking life into an atrophied smile, why’d you die?