
Fruit Nut
Sweet plum
Summer’s crown jewel
Ripened
Smiling, still
Though ghosted
Chipped away at
Hollowed out
Cut in two
Bitten off, but not spit out
For I remain
Saucy
Thus, your favorite fruit
Go On, Record
For the record
And all the ’70’s vinyl we thrifted for those Saturdays as downtowners
For the turntable we excitedly found
And the way we felt our world spin and spin with it over and over again
For the record
Go on record
To say
You neither had a beach in mind
Nor the white dress for me you described
No thought for a home for us, at all
None lyrical love notes did you ever produce
We were just spinning
As broken records do
Over and over
Until you were over us

525600 Minutes Too Many
“Be done leaving,” I’ve begged Time
Stop the silence
525600 minutes, almost now
Only just this morning
Done biding for unspoken goodbyes
I threw the clock out the door
Glass heart that it has
It’ll not show it’s square-jawed face
’round my gold again
It Kills Me
I cannot remember the words
The top-ten song that found us there, together again that night
A vintage crimson string, tethering us to our wild years
All we knew in common, refined in the storm of them
I sang to you in the sheets we shared
That now escaped melody, I swear to you, sugar, it kills me
If you heard me, say you remember the words
Ad Hominems
These times
Jackhammer & pow’r tool sounds
Rattl’ing windows
Prayer flags far too still
Birds just took their leave
Late morning already
And me not yet dressed for the day
Make me wonder
Are we getting any rain
Mama Failed You: Your Haiku
You on primrose path
Intending to touch, to use
Karma sees your steps
We, Woke: A Haiku
A revelation
A good tiding of great joy
That all shall be well
Curtains
Unravelings rambled undetected amongst the two us
Made their way to a place in our hearts that our brains didn’t know to protest
You, now gone, as a breeze
I, here, in the still
Grasping devotion I do set free
Blameless, we
For the loving words we uttered
For the promises we made
Unaware of translucent thorns wafting betwixt our souls
No Sunshine
Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery
I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe
Our worlds, long since finished colliding
We, continued
I singing, still
“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask
Caught me off guard
My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul
So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain