Tuesday, December 7, 2010

When I Started To Write This Song

When I started to write this song
it was a love song for you
but I ran out of love
before it was through.

I don't know how we went so very wrong
Things started out nice when I started this song.
Somewhere along the line my feelings changed
now I don't know what to do.

I remember at the start of this song
we were hot as fire.
Something happened, I ran out of desire
and now it's gone as cold as ice
and I don't know what is right -- what is right

Somewhere we went wrong, couldn't find our way.
Somewhere along the line the feelings changed.
I remember telling you how I felt
I almost fell to the ground…knelt.

I worshiped you, the way you walked.
I worshiped you and what you taught.
Something put out my fire
now my heart is cold as ice.
There's no desire, there's no more fire.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Black Forest

Prior to midnight, I lie in bed

trying to picture a girl--see her face.

A cat howl disturbs me.  Was it a cat?  Or a

two-year old child locked out at night?

 

Walpurgis nacht, and the goat head is rising.

Again, the howl, again, shatters all

mirrors of reflection.  The face splinters.

Shards of a girl scatter on blankets.

 

Rolling over, I bleed as the sharpest

of spikes impales me.  Contracting, knees

to my chin for protection, darkness laps

like a steed galloping to a cold sweat

 

on the shore line in the surf spray.

Thundering echoes, hoofbeats bury

the girl, bury the child, bury...

the mirrors stop.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Your wildfire lips

Your wildfire lips race

through prairie grass, the scared thrush

burrows in my chest.

 

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I

Immolate
Insight
Impact
Incendiary
Independence
Immediacy
Intensify
Innovate
Ignite
Infiltrate
Implode
Ideas
Incubate
Involve
Imagine
Integrate
Inquire
Incite
Invent
Inspire
Influence

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Vicarious Poems

Your love poems
fill me with longing.
Each delicious word
sparks new desires.
I imagine your
verbal arrows
pointed at me...
And wish it were true.