Friday, November 28, 2008

When I'm Alone

In a dark house,
there's an uncomfortable feeling
coming from being the only one awake.
Without the reassurance of being alive.

A dim overhead light provides a dull glow
shaded by carved glass,
tinged pale rose.

Burning tears finally escape.
Caught up in the rush of life,
never pausing to think about the crosswords of the future.
Tiny boxes to be filled.

Someday the clues will make sense.
Life takes on such a new perspective,
when its reflective.

For tonight,
surrounded by overwhelming familiarity,
it's enough to hope.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Too much.

I wish I could find a large pair of earmuffs.
Ones that are enormous and red.

I want to muffle.
Shh.
Perhaps a pair of blinders, too.

All of this garbage,
Barreling at me.
Herds and hordes.

Sickening, uncomfortable.
Queasy, uneasy.

Earmuffs.
So I can be selfish.
And watch my own world on mute.

And not have to deal with you.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

A small kitchen at 10:43

Grainy music sets the mood.

Hair: pinned back into rounded curls,
lipstick carefully applied, a bright red.

Cinched waist, wide skirt.

None of this matters,
because our hands are clasped,
and your hand is on my back,
clutching me tight.

Our feet step over the pale yellow tile,
reflecting the dusty overhead light,
spilling from above.

I can't see your eyes,
because we're cheek to cheek.

Inhaling the remnants of your morning shower,
worn cotton shoulders,
unable to see the dishes in the sink.

My pulse sways,
pulled along by the violin,
faded wallpaper.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Communication Error

I called out,
"Don't you know yet?"
Echoes down the tunnel.

You turned around,
smiled,
kept walking.

I walked faster,
feeling the coolness slip by.

I know I have already told you.

Your sneakers seemed to fly ahed.

I tried once more,
"Haven't you heard how I've told you,
everything?"

You turned around
and your eyes told me,
you didn't understand.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

a light in the afternoon

easier than trying to think on everything
to isolate one beautiful moment
is miserably more convenient

to think on a reunion
or perhaps a well-lit tree

or that one moment today
when the light caught the leaves
almost setting the tree ablaze
glorious
which alone would be beauty
but together with the thoughts
already brilliant in their conception
combined to create a moment
inexpressible.

what I remember most
is how I wanted to call
and share that moment with you