Wear pallasite cufflinks to tea
Solely so
That when you speak to me
In conversation,
And I hear
The soft, tenor timbre
Of your voice
Against a backdrop
Of silver teaspoons
Accidentally clanging
Against fine, bone china,
I’ll be reminded
Each time you lift your cup
To your lips
Of the laughable thought
That you are of this world.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Mind & Soul
The moment of truth
Is a when, not an if
I think to myself
What have I as a gift?
I could give my left
But I care about fair
My right’d wound us both
Me up here, you in there
So my best offering
Is what I’ve all-ways giv’n
A fine blend of saint
With some sprinkled in sin
Dare Us
Hey Galaxy
Give up your best tragic smile
From out of the dark look us square in the eyes
Like it’s the first time
Like it’s the last time
Kick out your knee and with one hand in your hair, use the other to calm down your thigh
Tell us you’re leaving
Part your lips and dare us to come with
Warm Front
Mere meters from me
A lone lighthouse
Must stand -it must
The fog its job to daze me
I close my eyes and long-last see
Standing there solitary
But tall
Sending out three calls
Hoping high
The no-longer-lost craft will yield
And find her port
What to believe in this fog
Linger Winter
And it’s then
That I’m forced
To ask myself
Of what consequence is it to me
That winter wishes to linger
While elsewhere bares its shoulders
As I consider whether to be pained
By pinstripes wider than these
Or the loss of the starboard side’s oar
I recall
The daffodils that dance each morning
The strong Challenger on the horizon
The Saturday swims with a mermaid
Elsewhere, bare your shoulders
Not With Hatchets
I am your oak tree
As I stand beside your knee
Will you speak to me
Not with hatchets in your eyes
But with birds’ nests on your mind
And honeybees so kind
Care for my green arms
Feel my shade protect from harm
everything nothing
My toe through the tide pool
My whisper in the wind
My excited utterance
My aura around you
What
What
What?
Temperament: A Haiku
There’s nothing of you
With a sense of urgency
That is your nature
But these two wild ones
Refuse to be trained as such
They want what they want
Negotiators
They pressure me for sugar,
Playgrounds, comic books
Endorphins
…the sweat
Turns to cool
Turns to strength
Turns to relief
Turns to gratitude
Turns to desire
Turns to sweat…
Ozone
While wishing wishes
And chasing sleep
On hikes to ridges
With oaths we keep
The first promise dance
And Aft’ Party
With sand surrounding
On thrills at sea
Rememb’ring shared breaths
While leaking tears
Just offer your hand
All through the years
