Tuesday, April 3, 2012

For You

Smile poisoned apple sliding down my throat
sticking and wrapping around my rib cage to choke each breath.
Barren from my eyes, each laugh scoops a hollow
deep within my breast until a vacuum holds me up.

Cobra slinking within bargain slacks
intent on bruised confidences too small to matter,
tiny hands are held tight behind ruler straight spines.
I'll bend and break beneath the weight of your regard.

Like a cat held by a canary, each aerial rotation
quickens my heartbeat, steals a bit of my resolve
meanwhile she, a cruel puppeteer, is content to orchestrate
my collapse on fraying strings.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Why Rhyming Is For Dr. Seuss

Leave the glasses on the table.
Leave crop circle wine prints on the wood.
Forget to turn off the TV.
Spend one more hour here with me.

Ignore all of the phone calls
that plague us nine to five.
Leave errands for tomorrow-
trust me, they'll survive.

Give me time to memorize
the laugh lines on your face
before you leave tomorrow,
gone without a trace.

And while you'll gone I'll think of
lazy mornings left in bed,
waking to your eyes on mine,
leaving nothing left unsaid.