What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers
Not weeds shall grow here
Freedom Day
I feel the Fall air fading
Because June wants to be balmy today
And I wish it to be
I sense my warm heart willing
Because tomorrow I’ll be mid-life
And I plan to beat statistics and lies
I feel and I sense
Because I’ve a sixth sense
And I hope to be your poetry
Day Ok
Different now
He’s older
So am I
So is he
We are different now
We were once three
And we were We
Now it’s he and he
He and me
We
Great, still
Differently
Grand Village
I entered school less than best-dressed
But jazzed them nonethess
With my knowing
At home, they did their best
My God! They were kids
What had they that I might glean
‘though, they gave me a closet of dresses
Sometimes ragged denim
And space decorated with what kids need
Animals, charicatures, loveliness, love
I put it all on
That my height not betray
My child’s age
I came away from those tall years
Not half bad
I went back in a dream
Early one day
Spent from the years of adult nonsense
Wearing again ragged denim
Too short for my legs
I chose to hide foraging
In some school closet
For someone else’s clothes
That I’d fit in
That I’d not look to old for him
Too young for them
That they’d understand my intellect
My heart
I’m happy to say, nearing the end, I am
Not half-bad
Learned
Some men can do no more
She, not you, is the one
He, ethereal in April
He was present in May
He stiff-armed you in June & July
Accept this toughest of truths
She will become the one
He danced elsewhere in April
He was absent in May
He spat you poison in June & July
Accept that he’s long done his worst
Such men can do no more
Book Giver
May you have magic
This happiest Saturday
You never gave up
Game of One
Shimmering
I will describe you as that
I will not name you
I don’t believe even you know
Your nature
You could be the willow, leaves dancing with the wind
I’ll accept no refuge from you
Are you the oily-coated wolf, moving stealth beneath the moon
I will not run from you
If you be the gravitational pull, with billions held captive
Watch me defy you
And shimmer too
Night: A Haiku
I will fade away
And leave you to take your tea
You need not worry
Rogue
Does it seem sensual?
What else could cause you
To cast off your clothes,
To peel away as if parched
The years of you and me
Of we? On your way
To some other’s carefree closet?
Nevertheless, there’ll not be a Day
In which I won’t want
This old coat to cling ever so tight.
Concrete
We can’t call them untrue
The shadows forever forced against concrete
Are forever a part of you
But so too, was that moment before the bleaching
When you believed in the good air against your skin
Go back again, despite that it seems you can’t
Receive what the lurking has to offer
