Writing, Ideas, & Stories
hated the way we left that place
shredded into bits in an open can
cigarette ash
half emptied bottles
and a couple of new years hats:
they were home made,
blue and pink glitter
baby announcement decertations
unused still in the box
plastic top hats
from a younger time
in a box labeled ‘memories’,
new headwear acquired;
and we toasted
to a place
a new place
more fabulous
than these hats.
blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
dream chasing;
not to be confused by having-
the purity of the air
is the difference between the chase,
the stamp of this art,
the corner carved on this medium
to last, to make a tiny smile – last.
the closer to the earth
the field is littered with bodies
looking for a scrap of metal
the same metal
ambition of bones
stealing a penny from lenny
never for the many
just to save a twenty
ring the bell
dinner is ready-
i missed it;
silent to the bell
house on a hill
chances are
i’ll miss the next one
waiting for the right one
to ring that bell
you were a unicorn
i the hunter,
with my rubberband gun
i hoped to keep you-
still
to hold near
to have that kodak moment
to wave a brush like a wand
not to harm or for the mantle
before the distant leap
a beauty never to dismantle
a unicorn today
a unicorn tomorrow
Saint's Muse 