Thursday, June 28, 2012

Daisy Chains


Daisy Chains

"He loves me true; he loves me not,"
Says the girl to the daisy she has caught
As she lounges in the sun on a grassy knoll.

And she thinks of her boy with a wistful sigh,
For she loves him so, though she know not why,
And the daisy's petals answer to the poll.

The way he smiles at his gal
Sends shivers through her frail morale,
His eyes so blue and bright they seem to glow.

But his laughs and acrobatic twirls
He shares with all the giggling girls,
And whether she's his One she has to know.

So her hand comes down from the azure sky
To Daisy's single, yellow eye
That cannot blink and cannot cry,
And it rips another eyelash from her face.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Ties that Bind


Ties that Bind

As the day begins
And the darkness fades
The sunlight burns off the night promises we made
I crawled into bed with you never to leave
But the ties that had bound us are already frayed

It was raining
You pulled me under the eave
But some knots are simply too tricky to weave
I flew out the door without saying goodbye
And our love blew apart like a handful of leaves

You were perfect
But the price was too high
If I find whatever I'm missing I'll die
You pull me apart on this terrible rack
Yet somehow my heart can't escape from your side


I keep running
Out into the black
But a glimmer of hope keeps me crawling right back


The bright candle,
I blew out your flame
But though you were handled you never were tame

Shining star,
I dragged you to earth,
But though you were scarred you kept all of your worth

Why can't I put your face out of my mind
I've finally been caught by the ties that can bind

Inspired by Twilight...ha


Back to Back

Back to back, her shoulder at my shoulder,
We stood, ringed round by death.
Of late, our enemies grew bolder,
And sought to steal our breath.

When they encircled us, prepared to spring,
The other lovers ran.
But no black heart could breech our tiny ring—Where her hands ended, mine began.

But if our little fortress finally burned
And crumbled into grime,
It would only be because I yearned, and turned
To see her one last time.

To Things Lost


To Things Lost

What do you do
When love turns blue,
And you've lost the best part of your soul?
You smoke another cigarette
And try to forget
That for a minute, you could have been whole... 

Autobiography


Autobiography

When I was young I found a young tree—
A pine sapling on the side of a hill.
Fingers red from the winter chill,
I bent it back until I pulled it free,
And the roots lay bare for all to see,
But the pine survived, and it's out there still.

And such ideas were brought to mind
By the fall of a single, scrawny pine
That I bent my body back and back,
And farther yet until I heard it crack,
And like an unrolling ball of twine,
I toppled off the beaten track.

And when news came from the old town crier:
We're in the path of a deadly fire,
There was nothing new that I could learn
'Til I felt my fingers start to burn
And didn't care for their concern,
Knowing I would rise the higher.

Now far from needing clever schemes,
The Lord is my shepherd, or so it seems,
For there's nothing in my sleepy dreams
That I haven't been allowed to pluck
From a laden tree like fruit to suck—
But don't suppose I dine on luck.

Chess


Chess

They stood, two rows on two rows,
Prepared to fight.
Their minds burned and their hearts froze—
The black, the white.

Steadfast stood they, without a thought
Of turning back;
It was honor, steeped in blood, they sought—
The white, the black

They felt the noble purity
Of divine right.
For both, success--a surety,
The black, the white.

No time remains to hear their story—
Who's keeping track?
The ending's either death or glory—
White attacks!

Celestial Delight


Celestial Delight

She stood by the road,
Wind whipping her golden hair
As she held out her thumb.
Her face shone like the Sun—
I mooned her.

Prizes


Prizes

Beautiful butterflies, fluttering, fluttering
Right at the keen razor’s edge of my eye;
Clutch them with two meaty fists and you’ll find just how
Easily beautiful butterflies die.

Find another fly to follow.

Rock stars and statesmen and actors can easily
Gather up thousands of wings, unabashed,
Sweep into piles or label them neatly and
Fill a glass case with them, every one smashed.

Bent wings beat bare white walls.

Jefferson, author of that great decree granting
Every man rights as our country took root,
Laughed at the notion that we can find happiness,
Guaranteed none of it—only pursuit.

Leatherbound


Leatherbound

In times long gone to rest I owned a book,
Or rather tome; that name becomes it more.
And all the secret whisp’rings of the earth
Were locked inside its all-enclosing girth.

It lay in leather binding, black as jet,
And silver tracings flowed along its face.
Their lustrous edges lithely curled and hooked
And cast themselves new shapes each time I looked.

In flowing hand and golden ink it spelled
The quintessential words of purest truth.
Its every page was filled with knowing verse,
And I absorbed the wisdom it dispersed.

But all things bow to Time their hoary king,
And as the years his subjects passed me by,
My golden words began to slough away,
And fade at last to naught but shades of gray.

And though my desperation turns each page
Time and again, they offer no respite
From worldly troubles as they always did,
And from me is its truth forever hid.

The world and I had weathered many turns
Since then, until my grandson came to stay,
And saw upon its polished marble stand
The book I kept in vain so close to hand.

He flipped the pages idly at the first,
But quick enough his eyes grew round in awe.
He said, “It almost moves my heart to fear
Do you know what’s written here?”

A friend requested I memorialize this


Victory at a Flan Eating Contest

Two, one, chopstick!
Get your flan and hop quick
Maria is the top pick
Racing to the clutch—

Listen to the mop slick
Cleaning up the slop sick
Moaning through the click, click
Someone ate too much.

Shine


Shine

She was beautiful, a sculpture of perfection.
He was tall, and dark, and strong.
Her eyes were green, and his were brown.
Her hair was red, and shoulder-long.
One autumn day she moved into town,
And lived right down his street.
They were only little then, boy and girl as one.
The day they met, something began between them.
She saw a dark fire in him, burning with intensity,
And his mind churned and crackled with poetry.
What did he see? A girl like the sun,
Who shone out waves of happiness,
And the incredible joy of being alive.
And that was what she needed,
And that was what he longed for.

So they became friends, bound together day and night
By their emotions, and as the years went by
They did everything together.
Two people, shaped by each other
Into a single coupled spirit,
Neither diminished; in perfect harmony.
He could finish every sentence she said,
But she said them anyway so that he felt them harder.

Everyone taught that a boy and a girl
Could have only one way of knowing each other,
But they were proof that this was not true.
Weren’t they?
As time went on he realized they were right.
He wanted to be even closer to her,
And every time she touched him it was harder to let go.
How could he tell her about his feelings,
And change everything they ever had?
The sight of her became a torment, a knife
Turning in his heart, that must stay hidden there.
But he could not hide his pain, and as he sat
Consumed in silence, the darkness rolled out
From his heart in choking clouds.
She asked him what had hurt him so,
But of course he could not tell.
It was the first secret that he kept from her,
And it pried apart the bonds of their friendship.
Finally on one fateful night
They fought,
A terrible confrontation, and all their promises
Of loyalty and all their oaths were recanted.
She fled in to the rain.
He cried into his hands,
That could never hold her body now.
And when she heard his broken sobs,
She slowed, and stopped, and turned.
She came back to him, and she held his hands
In hers and forced her eyes upon him,

And in a last attempt at reconciliation
She threw her soul into his
Down an iced-over bridge
Of shared experience and she asked him
WHY?

Why had he done this unbearable thing?

He looked up…
and in her tear-stained eyes he saw
The last desperate chance; a final act of hopelessness.
So he stared into her verdant eyes.
And through the rain and through the wind and through the night
And his tears and hers
He told her of the pain that ate at his heart.

On hearing this she said nothing.
She listened until his voice dissolved again in broken sobs,
And she let go of his hands.
And through the rain and the dark and
After a moment that lasted an eternity she said—

YES.

He never knew why, or why not, and neither do I.
But in that angry night they shared something new and wonderful,
And all their troubles washed away
In the rain that beat against the glass.

He woke in her bed the next morning,
Filled with dreams of their euphoric night together,
And feeling the warmth of where her body had been.
Then in a wild horrified moment he saw that she had gone,
Could not face him, the completion of her spirit
Anymore, and he raced
Down the stair and
Out into the dawn,
His only thought, to find
The girl he
Could not live without—

But there was no finding to be done.
She was standing there on the hood of the car,
Singing out loud as the sun came up.
And they knew it wasn’t right,
But it felt so good, and her mother didn’t mind
Like they thought she would.

Now he falls asleep every night with her softly breathing
In his ear, and her hair on the pillow
Reflects the glow of the moonlight.
Again they were one, twin extensions
Of a single soul, and yet different,
Like a mirror that doesn’t quite reflect what it sees.
A bond even deeper now then before,
Because it flowed through their bodies
As well as their hearts and minds.

The next time they saw me,
She told me everything there was to tell.
And I heard, and smiled, and then laughed at the shine of it all.