Cancelling the Call
The phone call left me exhausted
Worn down and confused.
Wanting so much to trust
Ignoring a flickering doubt.
I was slammed by the heat
Of your vented frustration.
Money, more money.
Demanded as a threat
To our infant chance at understanding.
Again the endless craving
Defends a fear
Too sharp to soften
With anything but love.
All for One
Don’t worry that the Narcissist
Will try to steal your heart.
They’ve never known a need for one,
Beyond seductive art.
Your soul’s the prize they aim to take,
Sucked whole through a hollow kiss.
Then on they’ll cast for other prey
To snare in wanton trysts.
Just Because
The self-centered sot
Is angry a lot
That’s how they get their way.
So try as you might
To side-step a fight
It will happen whatever you say.
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Faith
Perfect is not planned
It is a happy accident
That has more chance
Of falling into place
When anything is possible.
Fairy Tale
In love with the illusion
Of a glance that speaks
A lifetime of mutual devotion,
We each become an echo
Of the story
The other wants to hear.
Mixed Emotion
Into a grog of frosty denial
Add a generous pour of guilt
And one full measure of unreasonable fear.
Stir with endless anxiety,
Then chug
My Father’s Eyes
I look into men’s eyes
And hope to catch a glimpse of yours
Hope to have another chance
At knowing who you were
Without the whiskey
A Sign
I glance out the window
Wanting a sign
That everything will be ok.
But there is no window
With a more relevant view
Than the one that opens
On my own heart.
Learning to Fight
I found my power in the written wordIn stories told as they were lived
In simple language that did the work
Of remembering to listen beyond a lifetime
Food for Thought
Fear pours my brain into a blenderThen presses the puree button
It kneads my gut with hot peppers
Then stuffs it up my throat
It coats my heart with a heavy batter
Then drops it into a deep fryer.
Fear makes a feast of my most secret ingredients
A Friend in Need
Some peopleUse other people up.
It’s a lesson I learned
When I had nothing left to give
And noticed where it went.
Note to a Not-So-Loved One
I wish all your selvesWould get together
And decide on
A final version of my faults