Alter, Me
Tag Archives: Man
Two Of You
Too much to bear
Lying there
By your side
Dying inside
Doubting twin
Stranger to yourself, you
Strangled, then stifled
My abundance
Magical beat-downs
Neither finger nor voice raised
Black and blue and dazed
My trust and hope, drained
Wear your lying, victim’s eyes
Cloak yourself in feigned faithfulness
Lady-friends who rescued you
Shall soon become your targets, too
Whose Site
You had good bones
Such good bones, boy
It’s that thought that found me
When you found me, boy
So I let you stay a while, sit a spell
Set a spell on me, boy
Marksman, Sharpshooter, Expert
Shoot, boy
You took aim
You took me, boy
Set your sights
But whose site is this anyway, boy
That needy, narcissistic arrow
Was not the way I needed you, boy
Still Grieving
These why-natured questions no human has answered
Nor monsters willing, either
Invade my slumber
Nightmares, demanding I wash the dishes
Become thinner and wear clothes that aren’t mis-matched
Occupy mistress status
Keep me searching
Leaving me susceptible to sages insisting
A renaissance woman now, I ought dress for my inner warrior
The muse who I let be stolen
At 3am I harken her
A ghost now, still grieving for answers from man-shaped monsters — those captains who’ve abandoned the ship
She cannot answer back
Made For Me: My Haiku
This man I’ve not met
Wielding a wellspring of hope
Bring him to me, God
Enter Into
Wanting to look
More deep into her eyes
Wanting this thing
More than breathing
Wanting to calm
What stutter-stops his voice
Wanting to know
What does he want
Enter into conversation
She will be your song
Enter into understanding
He will prove myth wrong
Road Trippers: A Haiku
Cow Boy and His Girl
Our future called us by name
Why’d you sell your soul?
Photo: Nebraska Strategic Air Command & Aerospace Museum; SR-71 Blackbird
Torqued
I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia
I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags
I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on
Watch This
God, I see You’ve been meddling in this from the start
Your majestic way
We two called upon You
We petitioned for Your peace
You answered with our miracle, praise!
Then how did his eyes stray?
Must he stroll away?
I still stand before You and my brother here
To confess the universe is wildly unpredictable, but this:
You granted love’s grace to us; and,
I do trust in You
