lines of written
words hang just
just on the tongue's tip,
refusing to be formed
and the printer's ink
will stay dry another day.
Tied Together
routinely developed from the ordinary
the usual order of things,
we traverse the border of our bonds,
mistrust places us wandering for the
courage to believe not to give up,
tied inextricably together forever
lengthening the process,
predetermining our lives,
following like a tearproof glue.
back into the past,
searching...
for lost innocence,
back into the years
when the lines
on her face were
only imagined,
through a gentle
exterior...
her desires burned
and she betrayed
the cries of sorrow
held behind a
rationale...
tears hemorrhaged
inside her body
and for years
she held them back,
in the sweat of love
they tossed and turned
like ideal playmates.
At the Crossroads
at the corner of Church and Overbrook,
lives drift through common circles,
each preparing their legacy
each exchanging brief moments with each other;
at the crossroads, travelers meet
sharing a time filled with old stories,
mellowed by their retelling
illuminate by the shadows of hidden lives.
Without Regrets
grouped along in a line
inside out on either side,
behind the curtain calls,
a few, their talents returned
displayed in volumes
without regrets
poised and fluid...
responded and like butterflies
danced gentle...
danced serene..
fluttering on the wind,
riding casual currents,
balanced on irregular harmonies
from the ordinary,
simple and direct;
the years take their toll
youth is loaned out to others
whose normal lives will survive
the interruptions...
the disappointments...
Daily Choices
sheltered fragments hold
isolated pieces of
instant loneliness like
so many quick services,
moments turned upside down,
our lives in between evenings
separate and closing around
unnatural betrayals...
Day choices preclude realignment
and our last chance shop
is closed for the weekend
towards each other we turn
becoming embittered gladiators
that never seem to lose.
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