Were I to have a respite moment
My soul would sail yonder towards
Those hills as dark as night
The white hills of heaven ?
Don’t think I’ll ever know
Them; just those stoked in fright.
love
Fall 2019 #12
the morning trees blush
but lose the facade by noon
then revel at night
A heavy chest sighs
A heavy chest sighs
Expelling crystalline dreams
Lost in opened eyes
Grayed clouds dissipate
Grayed clouds dissipate
Breaking for forgotten warmth
Beneath the snow – green
2 hares form a pair
2 hairs form a pair
Running wild through marching snow
Whitening eyes flash forward
Divorce (3)
Still the incense burns
The smell lingers in my sheets
The taste on my lips
Soon all just memory
But one I shall not repent
Divorce (2)
Dyed-brown hair remains
In a frigid bathroom drain
From last December
Never shall it fall again
Nor I feel the silken strands
Divorce (4)
Heavy empty rooms
Covered in a thick, rust dust
Carry a stale air
Where in a one-month absence
My previous life perished
The Divorce (1)
These days
the tears fall with grace
The beads
be hallowed seeds
that trace
aged lines
down my face
And all I to see
wet lashes like latticed lace
Fog a future I effortlessly erase
I sit low on my throne
emptied, artificial love
Beggard from giving my heart
to anyone
Who’d hold it tight
for a night
for the time I’d be numb
See it returned depleted
being the cheated one
Brittled bones contract in the cold
Brittled bones contract in the cold
Of a dying river’s bed
Pacing between the gods and dreams
Hoped then unremembered
The feet’s red rust encased with dust
Made sour the miles before
Now brought they here, the mem’ried fear
That I have not the more
time – I measured from dusk to dawn
Quick slipped those miles away
Between these trees and river’s breeze
Exposed in light of day
Were but I here in lack of light
Bereft of birds their song
Could I erase the pace – the space
I’ve come, but now too long
How I delight in lover’s light
Ill gotten in distress
But love light’s loss is just the cost
I sneeze so I be blessed
Here, I’ve found the lack of light
a chancel to my woe
So I baptize this moonlit night
With writhing lover’s throes
Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man 