policy in effect (20160831)

huddle closer to me
ask me to tell you
everything’s
going to be all right

i do
though i have doubts
of my own grabbing at my feet
though every step
is made on
shifting tectonic plates
each the size of my heart
each the size of my life

no physical clocks
in the house anymore
only digital trance mediums
monsters that communicate
silently with satellites
no ticking to mark the time
but still
the earth shifts
but still
the earth turns

i huddle closer to you
and tell you
i will be your
earthquake insurance

Poem 20150503

there is something inside me that wants to play
i won’t refuse its voice or lower its height
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when i see you in the morning at the start of my day
and you flash a smile that shines so bright
there is something inside me that wants to play

when i’ve run out of words or have nothing to say
your heart sings to mine and they take flight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when your clothes and hair are in disarray
even when you’re spoiling for a fight
there is something inside me that wants to play

when the color from the world has all run away
the color in your eyes give me new sight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

if this life is a game, then i must say
your heart is the prize; i won’t say good night
there is something inside me that wants to play
break the chains of doubt and save the day

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Huh. Not too bad. I guess I could try to work on the meter.

O fixed-form poetry
You vex me
You vex me