jacob erin-cilberto
slipping past midnighti spilled my dreams
all over your blue dress, and you became Cinderella wondering why your prince was so clumsy, and full of shortcomings and why the clock ticked toward midnight and you couldn't wait for the carriage to turn back into a pumpkin and the horses heads to lean toward eternity because you felt being with me was an eternity on earth, and then you picked up your broom to sweep me away, not realizing you had swept me totally off of my feet and that you had left my glass heart in the carriage, so that i could never retrieve it in this fairy tale life that has no ending. Argument of How it Wasi'm struggling to understand you
and your Red Headed crazy lips attached to an old bottle corked, wine is flat like your eyes, but the glare in the glass is interpretation of an exhumed body of work i read your poetry before, but i was drunk, and my spectacles were on crooked like that smile of yours i saw in my rear view mirror the day i left the book in the road and hightailed it into tomorrow before yesterday pulled me over/ i thought your body was poetry before i read skin that was like dog eared pages of two lives colliding and voices rising and falling like a heaving chest Red Headed lips crazy kissing me goodbye while i tried to memorize a poem i had no chance to remember on the million interstates that kept repeating as you drove me crazier than i already was before our minds met. from a separated stanza of the world
dark eyes squeeze out a tear
and the cheek beseeches you to come back i found love in a moon drop and the unwanted sunrise scattered it into frothy lake a large impending body of wishes of take-backs of words absorbed back into the tongue to be held back by pursed lips pretend i never said it reopen your moon to me i was the man in it and now without your sky i have no place to stay. like an Emily Dickinson Love Affair
you're my maybe baby
i'm your plausible possibility enmeshed in wrapping paper blues crimson inside the space where you crawl beside me under blankets of siphoned rain we glow in moist packaging from the inside out emerge in present passion our thoughts almost touching nearly gnarled in poetic fever temperature in a breath of inverted words and i am kissing you with my mind feeling for your pen to respond so our hearts may finally emerge from this fractious concealment. |
do not disturbsensibility checked out of the motel
reason became a vacancy sign and love left without paying its bill, now the neon light flickers with rage and old age, a bunch of rooms with empty beds no one sleeps together in harmony anymore they stand at attention with threats as bedfellows munching midnight snacks staring at the closet door listening for monsters praying, the cleaning service quit years ago the manager threw up his arms in surrender and moved to a new country but the lights keep flickering enticing hearts to stop for comfort and empty the closets of old woes and restlessness put sheets of poetry on the beds let minds roll over in peace, and maybe pay for another night just to feel safe for a page or two. Deliciously Criminal
felon fleeing toward the scene
my heart on the lam "all points bulletin be on the lookout armed with love and dangerous" there is a certain inexpressible freedom when the escape is to you. The Wreck of the Boxed up Turtlethere were tender years
not so tender tears, blinking lights that got too close as i crashed into yesterday you were the passenger in the other car i saw tomorrow's witness but that person refused to talk and slid back into the shell of a plodding tortoise's gait destined to once again wait in the end... the race might be won when the participant can move on albeit, with a slightly hinged heart still half closed. thesis of us
if i gave you a pen
would you write me into your heart with cursive letters capital "W" in the "we" a you and me inked and linked in forever essay we could assay to scribe a love we could imbibe together or apart would you write me then. The Physiology of a Glanceeyes of blue
retreating into you corneas corner me into moodless days unprotected from sun's rays i blink to think and think to blink could get lost in your breeze balanced on soft gaze i graze in iris fields as my retina yields to the succor of your eyes of blue. |