I swing my legs from the swaying dock
Forgotten every one of my dwindling flock
I lay in fields of golden, wet, honey wheat
Drink down dew from low, golden clouds I meet
I run in those hidden dark, green trees
Places I learned to be what I please
Ravines littered with softly-fallen sins
Redeemed by desire, baptized by might-have-beens
Hay dangles through cracks and creaky joists
I break pains and panes with the ghosts of your voice
Pains of the past
Panes of glass
I fly kites with the ribs of those rotting, white windows
Catch hope with faith and sinewy minnows
Display truth and let it cool on open-sashed sills
Smoke the winnows and billows of dogged wills
Clear to the rafters of this old barn
And to the ragged fence posts on Used-to-be Farm
I love you.
Coffee & Leather
Words & Tea
Guzzled with regrets
Filled with remorse
Blown off course
I didn’t love you
With all that I had.
I saved some for me.
Am I bad? Are you sad?
Sharp in the vein.
Blood in the glass.
Drink all the pain.
Don’t give hurt a pass.
I sweat these smells and swirling thoughts
Linger on the rush of Past.
I get high on who we were.
Too bad stinging smoke won’t last.
Sweep across the swaying stalks
Windmill turns like a carousel horse
Thousands of black birds stream through the sky
On a cyclical solstice southern course
I’m waiting patiently for the very next second
As fairy-like wisps rise over my path
These balloons leave a smile on my teeth
I can taste sweet-smoky drops and drafts
Harbingers of potent memories
Bringers of light, luck, life and love
You’ll never pass this way again
But I remember your return from above