Here's a selection of some poems I've written. More to come in the future, of course...
Angel
They sent an angel down
In the forest it was found
writhing in the ground
about a foot down
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It shone a low white
Skin quicksilver and tight
Eyes still, buff-smoothed andesite
soaking in the moon's soft light
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I bent to the earth, looking at the thing;
I think I heard it sing
calm, like chimes on metal strings
Home for the holidays
The snow still falls outside,
and I've got but my pride;
there's nothing under the tree as far as I can see.
But, resting by my side,
is my love I shan't deride.
No, there's nothing decked in holly; we live alone in our folly,
rocking in the chair as rich, dark wood perfumes the air.
The fire crackles gently, letting scents flee
from their hold; the sentiment, untold but felt,
soothingly melting us at day's end.
Night has set its frost upon our windows;
but what is the cost of such frigidity
when lovers embrace and leave the cold no space?
No toll is issued, none that's crossed my mind.
I've tossed quiltings atop, shawling him in pace,
winning winter's chilling race.
The beach boy
The boy across the sea
he waved at me
driftwood locks cascading,
free in the salty breeze
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Stepping forward,
barefoot, unheard
his giggles, deterred,
leave a dull, gusting dirge
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I extend my hand
he's still far away; the sand
between his toes, untanned
shifts, returning to land
Once a man, twice a child
The old man's skiff slithered off the dock
his half-arthritic hands riffing, skilled, mindless
over the weathered wood.
His kneebounces digging into rocky detritis flung
the pebblestrewn, twiggen red mud -
That theres the catfish. Look it go boy.
Steady ye self. He clambered edge wise and dropped the rod - Boy... Dont mind it. That fish or rod.
Watch. Jus sit there an watch.
He eyes the bob in silence. Patient boy.
Patient. Dont get nowhere chasin em.
The fish came, flapping into the boy's lap.
Feel it boy. Careful. Dont drop.
He did. It fled under the gentle lapping.
Stop worryin on them things. Whats it for ye?
The boy shook his head, nervous, his feet tapping
Well, youd better stop.
Calm it. Get nowhere worrying.
I aint gone far greyin when I was a boy.
Dont worry bout nothing. The fish or river.
The old man with his boy on his lap, feet tapping gently on the floor,
hands in an ancient manual dance with the boy -
Hold it steady. Calm. Grip it good.
Old fingers relenquished, the fresh wrapping around
the handle, wand entrapped.
Suddenly, it drags -
Reel it in boy. There she goes!
Pulling sunware against the nags at the hook.
Tangles in task, the boy's arms leaden, sagging
Up! Up ye go. Up up up. Good one.
One last great pull and it sprang droplets flying, flipping violently, a small roar rang.
The old man smiled; Ye done it. Caught the thing. I knewed that ye could.
He rubbed his head and laughed. Good. Gone and done it.
Grab yer rod an steady, dont let ye self forget that you done it.
The fish had bounced, quickly pouncing out the boat.
Stop the frownin.
If ye cant keep yer health,
there'll be no room for fish or even yer self.
Quit the cries an stop drownin,
young boy.
Secret santa
When the sun went down
and the skey went grey, then black
and the people were long sleeping
he went into town,
carefully creeping
When he went into the city
and the lights were glowing
and there were some friends around
once he went downtown
When he went downtown
and the snow was falling
and the sidewalks were covered all white
the man in red's bell ringing on the corner
made his head pulse like a dysphonic
When he went past the man
and the nativity near city hall
and the decked buildings all around
he found a quiet spot
When he went in the place
and it smelled like a good night
and it made his chest feel tight
he sat right down
just like he'd done before
When he went down and got seated
and the barkeep shook his head
and he turned, looking down
he took the glass in his hand
When it went to his lips
and he sucked it down to the ice and it felt right in his throat
and he went across to the captain
he looked unkept
and the man laughed
When he went to sit down again
and the man moved over
and he softly cried and he
laughed and he held his head
the time slid slowly by
When the clock ran to its end
and he didn't want to go and the man was going too and he was going somewhere new
and they left
When they went on out and
and the cornerman didn't ring
and the stragglers paid no mind and they sauntered off to the captain's
because it wasn't hard to find
When they went in
and he got naked in the living room and his ring slid off
and he got down and the captain laughed again without noticing and the old boy swooned and they kissed and he felt the captain's beard on his face and
they lay deep into the night
When the sun rose above the clouds
and the old boy got out of bed
and the light bore deep into his eyes
he had bruises on his neck,
a couple missed calls, and he was late for work