Poetry · Writing

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Tonight is the reunion,

the debut of a single.

The single strand of hair dancing

on a blade of wind

blistering through the streets.

The single life they prompted up,

it’s the life of the party,

streaming episode after

episode of the new drama.

The single the actual party

was waiting for to lift

dripping spirits and forget

the stress of a daily

daunting day.

The single that brought

the stadium to their knee’s

and brought the city

their dreams of a ring

they waited a lifetime for.

The day the single

triumphed

and left its shell.

Poetry · Writing

Tulips

Flashing matches burn

high and might

tied down. 

Carries the might storm

and life

with the Earth

and the twilight catches

the falling petal 

on the current. 

Swisher to the pond

below swimming moon, 

rippling past the roots. 

Poetry · Writing

1 out of 6

Embellishing features crafts

desire. Stop signs were only

warnings, suggestions.

Couldn’t halt the speeding bullet

passing through wide eyes

and open mouths before

it lands through my chest.

Ignites tremors fueling

a rejuvenated

love.

I thought you were running empty,

Russian Roulette,

I got lucky

this tme

 

Poetry · Writing

Transit

Wheels crank on the steel

plane moving vicariously from

city to city. 

Passing city lights

landmarks, young couple

in a park, barking like

the golden retriever

around their wrist. 

Night came faster

then a stop.

The street lamp

captured

an elderly couple, 

walking together, 

to their next stop. 

Poetry · Writing

Scar

You can’t see it,

if you look closely. I know,

it doesn’t add up

two plus two

shows the fire the ignites

the giant powering my time

like a six-hour deadline.

You couldn’t see it under

a magnifying glass, look closely

don’t blink,  it’s not there.

I believe you when you say

you want to patch things up,

but there is nothing to patch,

the patch powers my tank to move

the will to wake,

my will to move.

Move the being to make

the dream

the night creates.

 

 

Poetry · Writing

Monster Hunting

Believed to be a better

from the worst that passed through

like webs to a monster.

Bitter to your touch,

needing that touch,

sweet to the lips.

I need that monster.

Sweeps the terror into her

mouth and carries it away.

I love that monster.

Teeth barring on my shadow,

howling under the sheets,

digging her claws into open back.

I want that monster.