Poetry · Writing

selling time:

chasing night and day

like a dog on the freeway

not after a bone

looking for something i found and not ready to give up

the time has not come

just a chase;

worth every drip of sweat

blisters and speed bump-

for when i catch you

time moves at a reverse pace

your hand pushes the clock backwards

and moves mine forward

towards her on the tip of her chin

lip breaches her timid skin

surprised i caught her

but the chase only made time more valuable

 

Poetry · Writing

trampoline;

you are a trampoline

for everyone you love in your life

bouncing high in the air

while you slowly sink in the ground

you are a relic of the home that once was

aged with time and vine while they sip wine as fine divine

but i will save you from the museum

not a treasure to worship

but a dancing queen to worship

a treasure on her own pirate ship

sailing and everything rounding her finger tips-

and will frame that trampoline

every great story has a beginning

Poetry · Writing

Angel of Two Fruits – Stainless Steel

I carry you with me everyday.

Find you in between the lines of each poem

in the songs I write and a god will smite

if I ever do wrong.

before me walks an angel

an angel of two fruits

and one bite, I was hers-

the sour outer to ward away the weak

until the sweet middle hold my tongue unable to speak.

Walking alone to the store

her shadow will hold my hand

and all the noise

with her the heart feels slow

a necklace of turbulence

a ring of the past

shoes of yesterdays choices

all these accessories

you’re the chain that never breaks

stainless steel one hell of a meal

and one day they’ll take a picture of me down on one knee.

Weightless around my neck

never in anything Aztec

sheltered from the storm, low-tech

rising above the rift and diving on the raft, high-tech

never taking a day off- never needing a rain check

the one and only, cashing in that pay-check.