Monthly Archives: March 2017

“basket”

cool cat, you
lazy-grinned sweetheart
sultry-sipping Houston’s alleys
as if you’ve dipped
your old-fashioned glass
into the smoking skies
and had your fill
of all this city’s
messy marvels.
Ay, I’d join you.
I’d wish again for the
sugar push of lips
to cigarette smoke, my
ash tray smudge on a
clean white shirt. Bad
boy, hole in the heart
devil of a
joy

But I basket
all your sweetness
in my arms.
And only the love
of summers and
angels
can kiss the
heartaches
we hide

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“rain”

rain.
slow brushing sleepy streets
dew dripping on the eaves
wine gushing out of spouts

rain.
a Sinatra’s song playing
a television turned down
cold evenings with someone
you love

rain.

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“unlocked”

-part one-

Oh door, you have been shut,
the better to quiet the noise.
And yes, the handle has rattled
and the wood has banged
under the weight of your pressures.
But oh, I have not budged
from where I stood. I did not wince
at the agonies or the hounds. And perhaps
a thousand trains passed, or
a hundred storms raged, yet
I did not hear
a sound.

-part two-

the banging had stopped. quiet
after the rain.

I listened.

I heard laughter.
I heard music.
I saw a bit of light from
under the crack.
Curious, I unlocked it.
Pushed it open, just a peek.
a bit more.
How funny, yes. How funny
to realize
how I’ve missed
the light of
your ways.

All you had to do
was smile.

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