“…Wondering of your plaid history; your holding, your loving, your scolding what fuel or filter moves you along what weave is woven into song…”
“Silver Spoor” 👣🕵🏻♀️💘🐺🐊🚀 “…Of course we’d look good together like a croc’ and a ‘gator or something else a wee bit safer…” [full poem on link with translation options] #poetry #wordsalad #relationships #kooky #storytelling #distance #love #wisconsinartist #writing #writingpoetry
This Leaky Boat
compliments from lying lips were likerain thar pelted and puffedthe once dried crumbs left of the relationship.problem was; she wasnt hungrynor could stomachthat regular bread, after findingtoo many holes in his threadand being some subjector some objecthe declared to be the only one who knew how to singularlyand explicitly explain her to othersto define her … Continue reading This Leaky Boat
I dreamt our first long dance was a memory; gilded and gloriously framed our hope poured into children grown A wild forest where seeds once sown Two vibrations sewn together with time-fuzzed threads And I remembered everything you said round pink flowers sent now crumbly and beautifully cobwebbed.
Mickey me thin-lyon the top or even plainlyby your attention;by your story,needing is too needyconsider me not unseemlyAgain I wonder for far too longlyjust how odd, awkward, or slicklyyou sent me up cleanlyand yet some are not anything but dirtyhow you deal it and steal it not unlike someone so rooted deeply and formed unquicklyby … Continue reading Cheers
When distilled, what remains Is what stares back Truth that at one long stretch was diluted and reconstituted With joy at finding Entanglement before knowing Face and name This time Remembered Fuzzy as a webbed and dusty Interpreted painting In forgotten and rediscovered halls.
Old lovers; dying to see each otherLovers; dying to see each otherDying to see each otherDying to seeDying;[leaving that corner...misshapened, chilled, hollow]And all I could muster wasIt was a good dreamIt was good to dreamIt was good to dream with youIt was good with youIt was goodIt wasn't good dying It wasn't good dying with … Continue reading Old Lovers
What a terrible series of battering must have happened to make a monster like that; disregarding pain in pleasure, chewing relentlessly on another's confidence and accomplishments... To this dim light dying in the dark, this love; this uncomplicated fuel, is for you. I see you in there. In corners and cracks, under shoes and without … Continue reading Silent Injustices
"spicy as things that burn as long as they want to..."
The Kind of Men Called For
You couldn\'t take a lifeand live, he saidit would wreck your fabric of being-incinerate even;whole wars are fought again and againas we as a nation keep thinking that the best way to resolve conflict is by killingIn our heroes du jour, what kind of men are they calling for?Crafty killers and blood spillers...if killing another was so … Continue reading The Kind of Men Called For