Beautiful Things are
Born from the Dark
Lovers entwined
bats flutter
mesmerized by night
moths
hoot of a barn owl
at the moon man
the waves crest
hypnotically
along the bay
Deep under the
dark
beautiful things are
born
the coyotes on their
hunt
their blonded fur
and green eyes
glow under the
moonlight
the trees speak
through their splintered
branches
create a frame
around the dark
of beautiful night
Malfunction
I didn’t fight
nor scream
accepted your
burdens
so heavy and absurd
I became you
as you entered me
and you became
death
rotting me from the
inside
I can scream now
no one exists on this
earth
to want
to hear it
Unremarkable Days
These breaking
waves
call to me
as time spills in
to this incredible
Pacific - or is it that time spills out
into endlessness??
There’s a man fishing
along the shore
he’s been at it all day
caught nothing but huge
clumps of seaweed
he seems calm, endless
too
it’s all a funnel - the
sea, the inertia of the catch
the realization it may
not be what you ever expected
Passersby walk the
beach
stare up at this
balcony
yes I’m here on it —
don’t judge
you don’t know my
wars
I envy the
fisherman
the seduction of his
wait
there isn’t any torture
or impatience
simply a quiet knowing
that a fish
will eventually
bite
things do turn - those
peaks and valleys
Only yesterday
my husband mentioned he
had so many photos
in his iPhone…..thousands
what will happen to them
when we die?
will they be uploaded to
some motherboard
of dead people pics
and remain on that cloud
eternally
does it really matter?
Yes Mr. Fisherman you
finally caught one!
no pics
only I watched
from my balcony
basking in your happiness
Dear Ma
Here I sit
you’re dust
and I’ve just begun to
whither
so now I know
everything you said
thirty something years
ago
has come to be
back then I shut all
your witchy
predictions
down
You’d wait up
hear me wobble in
higher each night
burning up wild
in some planet of my
little universe
that I sustained until
your death
I created a love song
for us
the lyrics scrawled
across the stars
because we know
you’re there
on a throne
incredibly queened
at last
Others would say
you’re at the right hand
of Satan
those others also dead
now
they didn’t know
all that I do
about your perils
and the burying of your
secrets
to protect some
future
family jewels
All dust now and I’ve
never told - some vows kept past death
I’m still here
only you - and whichever
side of the forces you landed on - know why
Bent as bent could ever
be
broken and drying
brittle
I close in…maybe
And you smile
across the night
sky
if it’s all happening
together at one time
it was never truly so
bad
was it now?
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