Webster’s Hill

Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations

I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”

You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition

I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew

Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you

What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages

What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?

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

Avoidant

The usefulness of tears
Like goodtime words
During midnight promises
Overrated, I promise

Necessary, nonetheless
When human tendency
Atom energy
And Universe certainty

Collide

Re: Incarnate

Memo to self:

When the sun goes down on all he said
I ask why
The battering continues

That the night, without reason
Brings more questions than respite
Is the very reason
I forsake
The bruises and words of him
This, our second time around

Invisible Crowds

Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened

Neverworld

Amidst painted on smiles, I see
The practiced resolve to accept
What could’ve been
Repetition, day-in….

I pretend each has it in them
To convert all the pretty words
To tell the virtual, goodbye
And meet me at midnight