Saturday, December 4, 2010

Sarah:

sarah
has a boyfriend
with shiny teeth
and a big
big smile
and he's
everything
she thought
she wanted
he's clever
and smart
and funny
and charming
and buys
her flowers
and diamond rings
and someday
they'll grow up
and they'll
get married
and live
happily after
forever
and ever

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Fish:

she was 
the fish
that got
away

she cut
herself free

and I
watched
as she 
swam
so close
to the shore

she 
belonged
in the water

where she
could breath

but for
those few
moments
she had 
her eyes
on me

while
she swam
by the shore

without
a hook
in her 
mouth

without
a line
pulling
her in

she 
was free

then
she turned

she swam
from the shore

along the surface
of the mountain lake
down the stream
down the river

all the way
to the sea

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Puzzles:

there is a puzzle
in your eyes
with pieces
spread
chaotically
across the tabletop

your words
slowly forming
a connect the dots
that flickers
like the stars
hung in the heavens

with intentions
bound by riddles
whose solutions
change 
according
to the weather

amid 
color coded
questions
and responses
rehearsed
from self inflicted
failures

there is a puzzle
in your eyes
with pieces
spread
chaotically 
across the tabletop

and though
you've destroyed
the box
and hidden
all but the bluest
of the pieces

I still see
everything
perfectly

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Ponies:

she asked
Santa
for a pony
because
she thought
little girls
were
supposed to

Christmas
morning
came
the pony
came
she could
hardly
contain
herself
she was
so happy
she probably
could have
cried

sure
she asked
Santa
for a pony
but she
didn't really
expect
a pony

she didn't
have
any pony
food
or bedding
or a shovel
to shovel
pony poop
with

she didn't
have
a barn
to put
a pony
in
or a brush
to brush
the pony's
fur

'don't
get me
wrong'
she told
Santa
in her
new
letter
'I really
wanted
the pony
and I really
liked
the pony
but
I was
wondering
could you
maybe
take it back

because
even though
I wanted
a pony
I don't really
need
a pony
and I certainly
don't know
what to do
with a pony
now
that I've got
one'

but
Santa
can't take
presents
back
it's not
part of
his magic

he can give
and give
and give
and give
but Santa
can't
ungive
a gift

Monday, November 1, 2010

Time:

time drifts by
like a gentle summer's breeze
whispering to everybody
that everything is changing

meandering down the streets
across the fields and through the woods
twisting and rolling
and quietly humming to itself

its song goes something like this:

'I am your one true enemy
and I am your only friend
only I will forgive your debts
only I will kill you

I am the only one
who will ever, really, love you'

yet, time is doomed
to wander the earth all alone
and as each summer fades
he brings the chill of another fall

and as everything changes
he is constantly reminded
that he will always be the same

the source of everyone's joy
the cause of everyone's pain

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Jack:

what happens
when Jack won't come
out of his box
his song plays
but he just wants
to sleep in
turn the crank
as hard as you want
he'll just resent it
all the more
because Jack feels bitter
and Jack feels depressed
the smile
painted on his face
the goofy little hat
glued to his head
always popping
out of his box
for your pleasure
but what do you do
when Jack
won't do jack for you 

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Bridges:

let's build bridges
that go no where

solid and sound
and beautiful

selfish and cold
and empty

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Orion:

silence
as the night
stands still
unmoving

a breeze
carries with it
the faint echo
of memories
and clearly
hesitant
hopes
of what may come

the darkness
forms a blanket
which offers
only a fleeting sense
of comfort
for
though soothing
it fails
to provide
a satisfaction
equal to that
which radiates
from the lights
dangled
throughout
its expanses

a momentary calm
settles across
the shifting horizon
as the sky
opens her arms
revealing
her majesty

the night
lets me pass
in peace

for Orion
is guiding me home

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

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a thrill
an escape
to higher ground
oh, the possibilities
that await
those who wait
patiently