Where did you go?

So soon

So soon

gone.

Go on,

go long.

Why the long face,

why run the long trace.

Trace the outer way

of this long space.

Go on,

go on and go

long.

Run along go

play in 

space.

I found myself sitting

waiting for each note,

like the drum breakdown,

In the Air Tonight.

Stringing the guitar

the birds chirped outside

singing about my weak grasp

on my own humanity.

They can hold a note,

I’ll give them that.

There throwing

it in my face.

Close the blinds,

pray for the power

to control my own

and finish what they started.

I heard them creeping at night,

the monster underneath your bed,

you saw it in the mirror

in your coffee in the morning

in the eyes of your lover you left in bed.

Its crippling;

but you can’t park in that close spot

someone won’t push you around

this time.

The monster follows you around at work

hates the clothes on your back

the food that you eat

the women your loving

the women your fucking.

Wish you could tell this beast to fuck off

pick on someone your own size,

but it doesn’t exist.

In ones and twos, we lined up to see

when you started, on your own two feet.

The time has come, in threes and fours

to play the game, for less and more.

The stadium closed quickly,

the game was still in the 9th,

yet it was ball four for me.

Take a walk, I heard

had one too many, I heard.

Her light was still on,

watching the game on

the tele. First out, two to go.

Her husband pulled into

the driveway.

Hidden swish in the right

breast pocket, warm

enough to forget the cold

concrete.

Second out.

Home in time,

for a cold one.

Take a walk, I remembered,

the punishment I surrendered.

Radio signaled it in, out three.

Wake, wake

to the scent of flavor

baking and french toast

on a platter of butter

and Sunday mornings.

Wake, wake

to sleepy kisses and

bed ridden movies

replayed on network

television followed

by mid day naps.

Wake, wake

to her face every

time, her slight

breathing soothes you

back into her embrace,

not wanting to sleep;

not wanting for her to wake,

to stay this precious.

Wake, wake

to her smile every day,

the only way to spend

everyday.

The doors closed, both parties

were inside. The alcohol

in his flask grew warm.

He was there when they

arrived. Tux’s and dresses

all the same secondary.

They looked happy.

The street grew quiet,

he couldn’t stop staring

at the bells above,

hoping

hoping they won’t ring.

Hoping the doors would

burst open.

The white gown flowing,

in your trails,

sour cries from inside hushed

from the past left in her wake.

Alone, wanting, the dream he

wished for, masked the

sound the clanging bells.

It’s been here all along

on my sleeve

here, where it all started.

Picked, pulled, stepped

on, left open

in another window,

while browsing Amazon.

I set it there; for you

and you

and you,

especially you.

So maybe, one day,

you would be able,

to place it right next to mine.

Break down these straw walls,

warm hands craft and cold

demolition. Architect of

who I was, and the

catalyst of who I am now.

Your sweltering hands divide

the water around these walls.

Drawbridge was only a suggestion,

perfume worked my chains;

until

you walked right back in.

I believe in you,

like a child believes

in the tooth fairy.