Desire fills my heart into one thousand pieces
Memories, unfurling as if eyes were closing tightly
Around minute memories and love letters.
I’ve concluded the end is near,
My hands have become wrinkled and so sore with work.
I will leave a little letter sitting open
Beside the night table
Where all of my wishes will be laid out in bullet point form
Segmenting all I wished I had made, yet un-done.
Do not tarry long where footsteps make no noise,
Wild animals will moan at your sound
And terrors of your heart shall flutter on by
As leaves in the wind make passing comments.
And my waning crescent turns towards me
To reach it’s dagger-like fingers
Deep inside my once well lit thoughts, cavernous,
And lay the sign of Hermes upon my back
To mark the gathering of one thousand pieces.
Tag: memories
Can Love (day 1611)
I don’t think I can love any other way
Then a heavy anchor tugging
Like window screen wipers
On at a very fast speed.
My storm is perfect and irregular
As its onslaught takes no prisoners
And leaves memories about my skin
Like thin veins navigating through
Lifelines of a thousand year old tree.
Some days I grasp like fallen soldiers
Stranded in limbo, crying out
The name signed with lipstick
Resting on a breast pocket postcard.
On other days, I recline in bliss
As a cackling fire warms my toes
And a pair of storyline mukluks
Bring me warm tea,
Reminding me of good choices I made.
I carry my tokens with me; inside.
I believe there should be no other way.
I believe that love supersedes
The cravings and doesn’t rely on
Place holders that distract real meaning
And distort intentions
In some silly ploy for attention
And a pitiful future
I will not dare seek to define.
I believe in redefinition absolutely,
But redefinition is never easy to agree with,
For the unsettling Demons, nay,
The unsettling Angels of my instinct
Carry with them a fire
That burns so dark in my soul
That I cry when they meet for tribunal.
I don’t think I can love any other way,
And no holiday nor any reward
Has ever shown me otherwise.
Soul (day 1370)
What is soul?
The temperance of good and evil
And deeds undone,
Magical memories and
Love forever long.
Heavenly fancies
Or romantic necromancers
And histories past
In lives ever lasts.
Misunderstandings
Mixed with love
And her delicacies.
Where is soul?
Did you walk with her here?
Wind (day 1217)
I alter the states of my mind
To allow the gusts of thought pass
As if they had just become mingled
In a thousand cobwebs
That had secrets and truths
And memories long ago
Been buried in my parents back yard
Along side Angus, the family dog,
And Winne, our brown and white guinea pig.
This is where the present comes from,
Shifting from side to side
Hardened pieces of driftwood
And last years decaying perennials.
Wind may bend and curve my states of emotional madness,
My shifting moods and sands and magical feathers
That answer all of my questions,
But time roots all of these gusts
Into solid memories of the old arbutus
Clinging to mind when I close my eyes
And let the wind run through
These states of my mind.
Formulated Crumble (day 1149)
Biscuit bushes crash my landing
Stumbling from here to there
Upside down maps in a field of grass;
Whatever the cost.
Twin bed of memories;
I couldn’t sleep tonight.
I couldn’t crumble my formulated wealth
Into sub-sectional mastery.
But if I was a truth say’er
Gifting this shit into inexperienced hands…
If I was withered like soul-less dumplings
I’d be the better man, smoking gaily.
Measures of the Mind (day 1134)
Don’t shake wisdom apart again
Like you’ve been carrying it
Upon a heart so strong.
Like a canvas yet painted
This is a crime eating time.
And if emptiness enjoys a lie
So grass grows long in a mother’s worry,
Let the sunset cleanse the sky
And soothe you’re ancient mind tonight.
In yesterday there’s a tomorrow,
In an island there’s some fun,
As every eye is an open window
Let this song be an empty gun.
With skies and broken arrows
Memories will get me home,
And your heart can mend the worn beyond
Any measure of your mind.
A Discussion With Myself (day 1077)
day 1
What discusses me?
Sits in its bedroom late at night
And debates.
Contemplates.
Deliberates and swaps memories
With fact like evidence.
day 2
What discusses me?
In a large cozied pot
Of herbal mint tea leaves.
A fortune read.
Destiny.
Visions undecided.
day 3
What discusses me?
In my discussions with my lonely mind,
Flip-flopping wrinkled sheets
That crease my minds
Soft footsteps
Through lazy Sundays.
A Happy American Family (day 1063)
You drink your absence
Into forgotten memories,
And I write my sorrows
Into the sofa pillows.
And we serenade each other
With silent, obedient observance
To make us
A happy American family.
To wake us tomorrow,
Again, for work.
Sepulcher (day 1034)
Wildflowers come again
Waiting hot sun out of day
Tangling with Earth’s decay
Into our last abomination,
Our last sepulcher,
That carries discarded memories
[Written upon mountainous walls]
Forever, for there is no end.
Sealed Inside A Glass (day 1026)
There was fear sealed inside a glass
Sparkling like a nimble angel
Until I popped the lid
And out spilled my memories
From which truth had never lived