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 PerfectionContinue reading “Strapped Into A Mourning Gown”
Flaming sauerkraut stud muffinA condensed version of radial gloryKnowing full well where life beginsThe translucent strands of our storyCalculating Parisian jazz statisticsVeiled through the rummy, filtered grimeDistance equals an unfettered stumpWhen satisfaction measured in Lycra & timeLogbooks; surmounting the tepid scheduleAll aboard the mourning run of the downtown trainSunrise catching your weary eyesEarly summer rainContinue reading “Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin”
Brokenhearted on a Monday afternoonMourning the loss of a piece of my heartThe giant, jerk dog was always thereThis can’t be the end; merely the startI never got a chance to truly say goodbyeFor I never believed you’d be goneThat you’d bounce back, like you always didBut always isn’t now & I can’t move onIContinue reading “Brokenhearted On A Monday Afternoon”
No poem today. I’m going to take the day to grieve for Kristoff. I’ll be back tomorrow.