Tuesday, March 26, 2013

I Made A Promise To Spit It All Out

I kept staring at the full moon
like it could hear my question
like i could hear its answer
as if it understood me
just by shining on me
from far away 
why why


Justin hated the lesbian. He slammed doors and banged chairs around while she made coffee. 
He said, who asked you to come in? She filled her lips with the first light, sweet sip.
I snagged the newspaper before Justin could rip out the crossword.
The lesbian and I sat with steaming mugs on a weary couch on Saturday -- early sunlight on her skin almost gave her away. 
But nobody knew just by looking at her. 
Nobody knew her inside. 
No one could tell who she needed to be when someone like Justin woke up angry.
I mean, what do you do with a guy banging around in early September when he realizes that the girl he jammed last night -- shrouded in cigarette smoke with his heart pounding in his ears -- was a lesbian?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Starting Small, Just Like Spring

Dawn stirred
spring slid with the sun across winter's dead fields

leaves trembled over hard ground
it held everything 

she whispered its name
raising green from the soil again
begging life from the clay

Monday, March 18, 2013

Throwing Pennies At It

A neon sign burned red holes in the night
I wiped away spilled beer remembering unfinished hopes 
remembering you

I tried fitting you into words but got lost
thought I would take a chance
like sunrise i would just happen suddenly 
warmth and light
but it wasn't right 
not this time

so I stuck my heart in my hands and let it burn
i cried and wanted you
saw my reflection in the well
started throwing pennies at it

Spring will dawn in a few days; she'll lift her head and bloom.