Strapped Into A Mourning Gown

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Strapped into a mourning gown
That might survive our winter garden
Rebasing all these dreams
This predicament has begun to harden;
I beg your pardon
Slowly peeling off your layers
Caught us in a lightning storm
Feeling excited electricity
Between our adrenalized forms
Standing naked before the darkness
Illuminated only by midnight flashes
Perfection within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes

Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin

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Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin
A condensed version of radial glory
Knowing full well where life begins
The translucent strands of our story
Calculating Parisian jazz statistics
Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime
Distance equals an unfettered stump
When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time
Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule
All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train
Sunrise catching your weary eyes
Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane

 

 

 

*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.

Brokenhearted On A Monday Afternoon

Brokenhearted on a Monday afternoon
Mourning the loss of a piece of my heart
The giant, jerk dog was always there
This can’t be the end; merely the start
I never got a chance to truly say goodbye
For I never believed you’d be gone
That you’d bounce back, like you always did
But always isn’t now & I can’t move on
I didn’t think I’d feel this damn raw
I keep looking for you in the playroom
Seeing if you’re causing mischief
Or wandering into the girls’ call on Zoom
But I can’t find you anywhere
My giant dog has somehow disappeared
These eyes won’t stop leaking
& I know, it’s not going to be the same around here.