perfect
as a ghost is perfect
in its incorruptible form
a smile
brief
the twinkle of a star
a billion light years away
a candle not even in the same part
of the sky anymore
this illusion of a memory
lost by
closing my eyes
and letting the true night
and fading scent of
honey
wash over me
Tag: night
night song (poem 20160521)
latticework honeycombs
where bees make blood
instead of honey
all the same to vampires
(i’ve wanted to sink my teeth
into the soft skin of your neck
on more than one occasion)
marrow sitting deep
inside singing and humming
i can hear it while you sleep
calling my name
i curl around you
offering warmth in exchange
——
Poem 20160122
coyote pauses
waiting for headlights to pass
–slips into darkness
Poem 20160117
sacked out
at my feet
the dog looks tired
tongue hanging out
where he is missing teeth
on the walk
he seemed lively
and we took a route
we rarely take
so we could hear the frogs
in the creek
whenever the cars weren’t
whooshing past us
and we had
a moment of stillness
he snores
i smell the scent
of wood smoke from chimneys
see the blanket of low clouds
not quite fog
listening again
to the throaty calls
of frogs
Poem 20160113
he had nothing
in his hands to offer
yet she took them anyway
–but my hands are empty
she filled his cupped palms
with cool water
in the dark
they watched
the moon undulate
in his palms
–you have enough
Poem 20151213
in the dark–lamplit,
like dust mites in window light
the rain falls, a mist
Poem 20150924
across the street in the dark
on a well lit playing field
behind chain link
a child no older than three
chases a fluorescent yellow
soccer ball
his dad
i won’t call him father
chases close behind
herding him toward the net
where his mom
waits
wide open for him
to score a goal
he explodes in giggles
and collapses on the ball
that is half as big as he is
and i am so glad
that they are there
Poem 20150329
so impatient and greedy
for words
the reader clicks
and clicks and
clicks
and here they are
a few lines
meant for the hungry reader
lines etched in photons
that disappear
when the window closes
but leave their ghosts
trails on the backs of your eyelids
like fireflies
the night cannot hide
you could feel them
with your fingertips
if you could just
make
it
dark
enough
Poem 20150305
watching the moon slide up in the sky
like a giant ball of yellow wax
makes me think about all of those sunrises
we’ve missed laying in bed on the weekend
or sunsets because dinner needed to be cooked
or the pets needed to be fed
and i think
maybe it’s a fair exchange
to see the moon in this dark sky
because we’re here,
and the moon,
she isn’t going anywhere for awhile
Poem 20150127b
i’ll take a star
out of the night sky
let it cool in my hands
and hide it in a place
where you will find it
it will be warm
and white
in your
warm white palm
and if you hold it close
to your ear
you will hear the galaxies turning
and the voice of an angel
which is your own voice
and the star is your beating heart
Words and Feathers 