First and Final Flight
Blinding lighting in the night
The sky is mine
For a moment
A monument
A fleeting memory
Leaving a small crater
On the Surface of your mind
My charred stone center
Destroyed for the glory ride
For all to see.
Come,
Make a wish on me.
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scribbles written on scraps
my soul
a paper doll
my mind
a collage
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I heard your answer behind me
a small but percussive sound
a car door shutting
an egg falling to the ground
Strking a short cadence
on my ear's drum
She imagines that she has wings
As she runs toward the edge
He makes her think that she has wings
And tells her how to fly to his heart
And she runs
If she is worthy, she'll make it.
If she believes in him she'll fly.
If your heart is strong,
If you faith is unerring...
And she runs.
He makes her think that she has wings
And brings her closer to the edge.
My love will lift you,
My love will fill you
And she runs.
And with his sweet smile,
and clear and haunting eyes,
He gives her a shove.
(3/2001)
Your silent longing look is screaming at me
I've been here before
Beware the signs
before he sings
Like the man asking you for change..
then a dollar..
then two
three
four
How much will she give?
Always a chance for more.
No harm in your asking...
No harm then in my answering
before the question rises and leaks
our your mouth.
I see the words swimming
in your eyes already.
I will not listen to what you won't ask
I can see you know
and yet still hope
that if it is not said
you might yet get it anyway.
As if when spoken,
it might break the spell
you think
you've cast
I've watched your penny magic
and your not so slight of hand this night.
your spells
don't last.
Does the heat lure the heart?
Movement offer an embrace?
Flames reaching,
Longing,
to reveal the beauty I hide under my skin,
Promising to peal back the layers
until all is revealed
all is consumed.
My breath feeds the fire
Stray thoughts--food for the pyre...
Curiosity, a magnet,
An attraction,
And it's such a small step off
the beam we balance on.
--Fall 99
Lost inside my stare
As I slowly paint a smile
And fill each eye with laughter.
A hint of blood for the cheeks
Carve an interest in the brow
The mask regains its shape.
Now, What to wear.
So many things don't fit anymore.
The seams undone
The lining showing through
Tonight,
I think I'll wear the crazy and immature nature...you seem to like that one best
All my differentr characters
work to take away your worries
Remove the lines drawn on your face
Looking in each one
for the knowledge I've misplaced.
It's crazy really,
I only put it down for a moment
But that's all it took to forget
Now I can't find my eyes either
Somehow I've miplaced them too.
So I'll borrow a pair of yours
And watch myself through you
This reflection is so foreign
I don't know this woman that you see
I understand how you might say she is unreachable..with a mask that looks cold and hard.
It started out as plastic
but I fear it turning into steal
The longer it remains
the colder it becomes
The less I remember
what is real.
Clutching my coat
closer to skin
my head wanders
with my eyess
small sun starved daisies
lean my way
imploring
spare some warmth?
Embarrassed
I try to turtle
into my coat
and hurry past
Leaves feather black
fly upward in protest
then perch to wait
for someone
perhaps for me?
--4/2000
Rain falls straight through my skin
water fills my mind
until it overflows
and a thousand words run wild
Can you read them
as they spill down my face?
They grew restless, waiting
for me to speak.
My collarbone, desperate,
tries to hold on to a sentence
but the air is thirsty.
words spill down my face
and land in pools of letters
alphabet soup
of my soul.
Something happpened to you that night...
when you stood facing eyes of strangers
When you spoke your words,
And watched as the ears listened,
And heads nodded, and hands clapped.
You were a celebrity that night
Your name chanted,
Your fame granted,
Such a moment would be a good destination,
A goal to shoot for:
Instead, you used it as an open door.
And you took it,
or it took you
--it doesn't matter which--
for you're traveling, and you're learning
That the door that opened was your heart
And even though the fame and glory
of that night with strangers
was only the beginning;
The thing that I cherish
Cherish even more than your wonderful success
Was the night you shared your words with me.
--1997
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This is not a love poem
The sun wasn't shining only on your face
And the sand didn't care if our feet made a path
For it knew the trail would disappear behind us.
This is not a love poem
I would be mistaken to think I know you.
A week's worth of words couldn't open all your doors.
What wakes you up at night...
What song would sing you back to sleep.
I held you only briefly.
But I remember the way the air felt with you beside me.
The sweet sensation on my lips
That curved into a smile each time
The thought of you entered the room.
I can't tell you that I love you.
But I loved that each moment was it's own adventure.
Without needing to be something more
than what it was.
--Spring 98
I stand
An ocean of opportunity
waiting for a wave
willing to be immersed
baptized
in salt water
to life's own religion
the roar of experiences
drowning out the daily prattle
waves rolling toward me
A crest with an invitation in it's grasp.
I cannot believe
I've become
another bundle
in your box of letteres
Thoughts tangled with strings
tied once to hope
I would not have believed
our story
My story
would have sounded so familiar
---Fall 94
