You wrapped your arms around me And planted me in the ground And when I grew to kiss the moon The burden of you held me down Advertisements
It was only When they put you In the ground That I realized My love for you Could reach To the sky
I just wanted To kiss the moon So your arms Wrapped around me And planted me In the ground And with your love I grew to the sky Only to realize All I wanted to kiss Was you
There is no way To love so deeply That will not end Without a painful loss Yet still we live As if bodies never die Because souls remember Everything that ever Made these small things So much greater
You can find me at my best Naked on the sofa Wishing to get wasted Or just about there Fur coat beneath me Drapes drawn Candles lit Waiting for Whatever crisis Comes blowing through next That may require A stronger … Continue reading
By gods and kings Lives are turned to ruin Turned into a cell In which One was allowed to wail
Days passed. As they did, the demise of the felled tree in the neighboring house’s back yard became more and more apparent. The leaves turned a triumphant gold before withering to brown and wilting to the ground. The remnants of crab apples clung to the dead and dying branches, their last chance at life, withering hopelessly as they clung.
Our neighbor had died some months ago, and while the yard was still being kept, nothing was done to remove the old fallen crab apple tree from the yard for several weeks. I inspected the thing the day after it fell. During a storm, the night before, the winds had howled ominously and the rain beat the ground hard, as if the earth its self had committed some kind of terrible crime they sky could not, and would not forgive. It was no punishment for the ground, despite the violence, because the ground took in the water, practically dying of thirst from the many dry and hot days that came before the storm’s relief.
I contemplated the dying tree as I sat with a large cup of tea in one hand, and my feet planted firmly on the freshly cut grass. How long until all things fall and die? How long did that tree stand for before it’s unexpected demise? How long had the old widow next door (who I can say I never saw nor met) lived in that house and for how long alone? I could not and cannot say. We saw the ambulance take her away, and heard from another neighbor she had passed.
She was as much a mystery to me as her death. No. As death itself.
That moment When you’re so depressed You can’t even Eat the olive In your martini
The only few good things
That came out
Of high school
Were less than
A handful of friends
And the music on the radio
When I rise and
When I rest
All I’m guaranteed
Creator of myself