Once there was a Queen
Who knew my very first name
Mounted up the sun
Drove away to Alabama
With my desire in her hand
And now I call myself a man.
Category: black heart
Impatient Midnight (day 1851)
A cloud pulled at my ear lobes
And took my tingling nose
To an open pasture –
Exposed and sunken into slumber –
Tip-tapped drearily by menacing trinkets
And coo’ed at softly from a shallow hallow
Where an owl waited for midnight’s feast
With an impatient air.
Betwixt Breaths (day 1849)
We are all lonesome lovers
Shivering in and amidst breaths of lovers,
Shaking cobwebs that illuminate
Brief moments of terror and grasping
In a way that never quite becomes us.
Yet laughter sounds cheerful,
Spells swirl betwixt elated breaths
And night dies down
Into faint yellow spotlights
That ominously glow to remind us
It’s not yet morning.
And in a moment he heard her speak
And night did come alive!
All around was sparkling truths
That moaned against the moon,
While pixies danced and ran around
A beaming fire in play,
And there, as it was,
Made just for us to touch,
Warmth of everlast did lay,
Till morning had its way.
Slender Daggers (day 1841)
I want a girl who wears black eye liner
As thick as her lipstick, black.
Who wears emotional sleeves in
Long, slender daggers
Piercing my emotional state
With a heart so green
I have a hard time understanding
Where my ideas have gone
In a heart, forever long
And edging ever closer to my slender daggers.
Dustpans (day 1834)
I’m going to experiment with
My tongue tied around
Cruel witches dustpans
In the fall of a deep winter.
My hands will mix
An elixir potent enough
To knock sense
Into unsensible madmen
Rambling back and forth
In front of trailheads,
Circling madness
As the drugs take hold
And my tongue unfurls.
Beautiful People (day 1824)
Why are people so beautiful?
Some days the ruin of my heart
Lingers upon my tongue
And touches my nose with the faintest scent
Of midsummer’s rain.
I cannot handle this pain
In the easiest of ways,
Waiting for my touch to return
And senses to die down.
For I am only a man,
Saddened by a never ending toil of life
To which I patch holes
With beautiful people in my heart.
Pizza For Breakfast Again (day 1821)
Keep your toes turned in
Don’t lose that anger
Don’t let go that deep down feeling
Where things just ain’t right
A delay
A mistake
A sideways glance
An avoided question
Remarks leftover with
Pizza for breakfast again.
One line doesn’t lead a road
A windy road
With seated tickets
Black fedoras
Bill folds
Cadillacs and
Pizza for breakfast again.
A mountain in charge of
Pioneers recollection
As fields reap harvest
And a bastard stands tall in
Sun beaten heartache
For a sister who loved him
In a town too small
Closed for business
Out of order
Dialtone on
Pizza for breakfast again.
Mail (day 1815)
A callused hand is my tomorrow;
You’re never far behind.
Leave alone the matted mess
That flirts with every question
For in the envelope of time
Was never sort of guessing, no,
All that was ever called
To surface of the law
Was packaged neatly, sorted, drawn,
And placed into a manilla – shut
Stamped with half ones love
Dreaming (day 1810)
You don’t understand the envelope of my heart
You never did.
You grabbed hold
Of little pieces
I had never used before.
That held me dreaming
Because I am a dreamer
Dreaming my damnedest truths.
Buy your grabbing on to,
Was your dreaming of, too;
I, wild as beasts held
Flickering of hope
On the heaviest and darkest of nights
Finding cold love
In the season of heat.
Rib Cage (day 1809)
She’s become a rich thud
On the inside of my stiff rib cage,
A desert dweller
Wrapped in a long scarf
Elegantly colored
But wind torn.
Her footsteps stretch from
Slightly blurry horizon lines
To a place not far from me,
Not too close.
One step behind
One step ahead.
So the dust rolled on
And my footsteps I would have liked
To trace back my heart steps
Casually covered over
With waves I vaguely recognized,
Which feigned my heart
Like a sticky leaf
To the inside of my rib cage.