spat

12/29/2009

A lover’s quarrel
a mar in iridescent beauty
like a crack in a cut diamond
it displays a blemish in heaven

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a right life

12/29/2009

It is easy to live
breathe in and out
one step at a time
regular feeding sessions
intermingled corporal maintenance
it is easy to live

life is in between the lines
friendships failed and found
employment and responsibility
childhood, the first cliffhanger
to salt and pepper hair grinders
spicing up the story, then
decades fall into generation gaps
as each chapter thickens the plot

It is easy to live
but don’t rush through the book
throw out the cliff notes
enjoy the character development
and write your own novella
be it dramatic thriller or romance
it is easy to forget to write well

New Dawn

12/27/2009

The sun is setting on the last day
a wrecking crew will raze failing memories
first footsteps and tip-toed late night trists
will be wiped from water damaged wood floors
holiday dinners metabolized long ago
the windows were boarded up and broken into
idle teenagers seeking adventure and notoriety
not caring about the history held in the old home’s breath
decorating with colors long absent in this shell
light from paneless window frames passes
illuminating the spirits of forgotten souls
as dusk sets in like water over the Titanic
an era fades into the night to be no more
clearing the way for the future on a clean slate

Morning in Amesbury

12/25/2009

My nose and the faucet both drip
the sounds crisp against passing cars
the house is still and just past noon
cold air urges lazy bones to seek the shelter of blankets
and warm bodies
this is a home, despite the chill
all are comforted in the presence of family
taking the sharp edges of sound
and covering them in down embraces
leaving muffled silence and happy thoughts

Scanning the shores

12/18/2009

Old man walking
on a cold windswept beach
lonely, with metal detector in hand
the pipers and gulls squak
shared companinons, looking for scraps
a treasured find, a bite to eat
solace found in the unknown of hope
an ancient debloon of friendship
may work its way up through the sands of time

as though through colored celophane
the sun in Miami was muted with your absence
it was beautiful and spicy saffron flavored
even when it rained, it invited us to play outside
making giggling little puddles flirt with us
but my favorite playmate was missing

I laughed and sang along to the city’s songs
old friends untied memories laced with dusty heartstrings
it felt good to revisit that old shoebox for a while

my soul would have enjoyed it too, if it was there
instead, he sat with his head between his paws on your lap
basking in the warmth of the smokey blue fire of your eyes

while the sun blew us Equatorial kisses from the horizon
dancing in a Southern Aurora Borealis over the sea
it read like tea leaves auguring in favorable tomorrows
where you and I are wrapped in the same tropical splendor
through New York’s chill, we’ll enjoy one another’s sultry sway

suckling pig

12/14/2009

Beer and butter elevated his cholesterol
masturbation in moderation made him quick in bed
traveling and big city life afforded him a chip on his shoulder
and someone told him he was doing it all wrong

everything in moderation they imparted onto him
but mitigating his appetite limited his ambition
perhaps there is something in wont for opulence
corporal and fiscal obesity can be likened to broad swords
the bigger they are the less they are confronted

wallowing in the spoils of fruit pulled from his dreams
he let his friends join in the pressing of this wine
then they too grew comfortable with gluttony
and forgot the woes of yore by drinking it all in

they were not fed by mother ambition
only given the regurgitated cud spit out
and when this fountain dried up or got fed up
back to where they came they grumbled

angry now with mediocrity of peasant life
they complained about their greed and misguided friend
when the true source for the groveling now
is the under nurtured imp of their ambition