black flowers

black flowers, leaves of grey
fading away like love’s desire
a cold dying fire

black flowers’ deathly bloom
saving no room for warmth and light
losing the will to fight

black flower’s frozen heart
missing the part that cares and loves
shunning the life from above

black flowers, frozen in death
refusing the breath of the goddess
lost in the darkness

(2015)

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staples, a love story

Sure, Edward Scissorhands got all the attention, what with the topiary sculptures and the hairdressing skills. Life was more mundane for Edward’s less-interesting cousin, Jim Staplerfingers. Jim worked in a non-descript office building in suburban Indianapolis, and while he wasn’t invited to many parties, he was an office mainstay when it came time to bind expense reports. Collating and stapling was not very fulfilling for Jim however; he was frustrated at his co-workers’ nonchalance about the proper alignment of the staples in their documents, and he was tired of always being asked to put up flyers on the bulletin board. He had a hard time letting go of things, whether figuratively (his feelings of loneliness and inadequacy) or literally (putting down the Sunday paper was especially difficult).

Life changed quickly for Jim Staplerfingers when he met his soulmate one day in Office Depot. Katie Stapleremoverteeth worked in as a clerical assistant in the next office building, and when they came face-to-face amidst the aisles of office supplies, they fell in love immediately. Physical intimacy was understandably problematic, but they were young and creative, and with practice they minimized injury to their erogenous zones. Eventually they had a perfectly normal child with no obvious office-supply-related birth defects besides a penchant for chewing on sticky notes. Uncle Edward cut the umbilical cord.

cold coffee

coffee’s cold again
although I miss the point
of heating it up once more
there’s no more left to pour

thoughts are disjointed
accusations pointed
as we sit upon the floor

future seems uncertain
look behind the curtain
to see there’s no one running the show

it’s up to us to decide
if love wins out, or pride,
and which of us will choose to go

rain streaming down,
it seems to want to drown
the feelings lost today

there’s no more debate
I’m resigned to my fate
as I watch you go away

 

(2017)

fields of light

skies on fire
countless stars
shining, glowing from beyond

silent woods
no trucks or cars
just us, gazing in wonder

holding hands
fingers intertwined
dazzled by your shimmering hair

silver night
dreams alight
reflected in your loving eyes

interrupted
a broken spell
a wanting world intrudes

dreaming ends
can we ever return
to our fields of light?

world’s fair

I have an idea how the music would go for this, but I haven’t quite fit the words to the rhythm. Regardless, I always hear this as a song rather than a poem.


we traveled halfway round the world
to close the shortest distance
the space between your heart and mine

we needed the assistance
of a city way down under, and
at least a glass or two of wine

they threw a birthday party for the USA
with fireworks in patriotic colors
but I don’t think we really cared
about the twirlers and the jugglers
and the high school band performing at the world’s fair

as we talked for hours in our darkened room
that night, we finally closed the distance

that morning we were lovers,
we ordered breakfast in
because it finally felt so right

we continued our discussion
underneath the cotton covers
debating the merits of vegemite

emerging late that morning
cause we were done pretending
the slipper found a Cinderella

but the rainstorm was unending
so we hid out from the weather
while we looked for an umbrella

as we drank our tea and promised to each other
we knew we’d finally closed the distance

in a clothing store across the street
you looked at something twice
because you said that it was pretty

you forgot the good advice
you’re supposed to take a second glance
when in a foreign city

the traffic goes the other way …

as I knelt beside you on the pavement where you lay,
in the end, we finally closed the distance.

(2010)