A Little This, A Little That

Dreams

Dreams are lapses in memory

Tiny boats untethered

Floating aimlessly

Ropes brutally severed

Or gently slipped

 by lapping silken tides

Lm 1/12/2013

Nativity of a Poem

I read something

that reminds me of something

that leads me to recall 

something else

A forgotten feeling stirs

and a poem, bloody and bawling

Is pushed  into the world

Lm 1/12/2013

Speaking of dreams, while playing in my journal, just sort of drifting, this came out. I really don't know what it is about, especially the man holding the baby, but it feels familiar, maybe recalling my ice skating days in Ohio.

Examine

Examine the familiar words

And consider only the surface

Upon which they are written

Examine a long love 

And consider only the

Void in which it lingers

1/12/2013

When your heart is broken

You swear revenge

You cry over commercials

You howl at the moon

You don't eat

You eat too much

When your heart is broken

You say you don't care

That you saw it coming

That you must be crazy

You are awake all night

You oversleep every morning

When your heart is broken

You are afraid it's your fault

You keep it a secret

Then you tell everyone

Even strangers

You scream in the car

When your heart is broken

You burn for an embrace

You scream "don't touch me"

You drop things and lose things

You say "Never again"

You cook and you clean

When your heart is broken

You write bad poetry.

lm 2/3/2013

False Hope

I heard, " what's happening between the two of us"

"What?"

He said, "The restaurant where we are meeting, 

is half way between the two of us"

1/12/2013

Rogue

The rogue branch

so much higher, so much sturdier, 

so much shiner than the rest, 

crowned with a withering bud

sucked dry by minutiae, 

a beacon of unfulfilled promise.

I stretch, 

the heavy pruning shears 

shaking at the limits of my reach,

I loose my footing and fall, 

face first, into the thorny tangle 

of the embarrassed bush

1/12/2013

Consequences

You get it from dancing in the streets

The only cure is walking to school

in the snow, uphill both ways

But even if you recover

You will have scars deep within 

Awful keloids that grow and grow

Until eventually they impede vital functions 

It leaves you with a lingering malaise

That flares up when the weather changes

It's quite awful, really, and gets worse as you age

So if you get it don't come crying to me

You've been warned about dancing in the streets

Lm 1/27/2013

Here's what I'm thinking on this foggy night: If you hung in there and read all of this, you know what I'm thinking! Peace to all.