Bound

A fuse running short
ticking moments
of breath and heart
Adventure lies ahead
a trip
unknown
of which
there is
no way out
This
fun maker
this
trickster
to this
fuse
I
am
bound

Night

 
I walk at night.
Feeling my way through
darkened paths
Peering into lives
I’ve never met
Cloaked figures
behind
satin curtains resting
on matchiing sofas
drinking tea
or booze
Blues of electronic
light flicker
images of make believe
while the sky darkens to hues of
loneliness
Slits of light pierce
the indigo sky
Footsteps split the quiet solitude of my
pounding heart

3PM

Bare feet beneath
a yellow dress
embroidered friends
play across
a heart
bleach eyed
baby doll
frizz head
held close
while sitting on a twisting swing
around
round
and round
while a
diaper
line
snaps
against
grey skies

Soil

Earths rich memory
Wedged under cracked nails
Remnants of mothers who washed clothes by hand
pale children
buckets of kittens
bird feces
celebrations
vomit
smoked cherry tobacco
diamond anniversaries
laughter
We live
we die
All return
to
earths
bed
of worms

Afternoon

Sleek fingers of fog
caress
hilltops
winding through leaf
and limb
Blanketing sailboat masts
Softening cityscapes
Obscuring lovers
Silencing
open mouthed
whispers of desire and breath
Breathing as one
While vapid droplets
etch
a window pane