Friday, August 25, 2023

Into My Memory ~ Friday, August 25, 2023

We cannot remember your face
even your sultry voice haunts me

curly, red locks now disappear
a gravestone, I see, takes your place
no one to celebrate this day
no one to sing to, so off-key
obsidian glass fractures clear
thin-film interference fragments

reflections iridescent stay
eternally in the moment
memories change, time stays behind
enveloped in a shroud, time spent
missing a figment in my mind
broken by forces, full of dents
every time I drive past your house
remembering cheese, a brown mouse

yes, I could not save your short life
or your desire to hurt yourself
under the circumstances, death
responds as quickly as a knife

face facts, you are gone, I am here
a ghost of the past, to your health
count as capital wealth, each breath
each moment lost, your face, I sear

---

HBD JLC August 25. 1974 - April 28, 1997

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

A Blip on the Screen ~ Tuesday, August 22, 2023

In the world to come
nothing remains except dust

the dust of the past
has no sense of home
except the cosmos as one

weather the storms, gust
orders to the mast
recent winds convey a sense
lingering as fun
despite with no mind

to confirm the play of light
or shadow for blind

constellations, sight
only conveying absence
muscle in on lies
each speck spies the skies

Monday, August 21, 2023

Undo Done Undone ~ Monday, August 21, 2023

Harm does good to none
albeit lessons to learn
rarely come from help
many have begun

despite earning a hard past
or much time to burn
each wolf cub to whelp
still needs plenty love to grow

gain strength to run fast
over and above
others who make empty claims
desperate for love

to seek out new aims
observe how stars burn for show

no one knows how long
odds cast in favor
obey the rules to savor
noise from a wind gong

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Asinine Donkey Ears Fray ~ Saturday, August 19, 2023

Show you how to bray
how ridonkulous we are
objective donkey
we learn how to play

yes, I am a spiteful man
obey the dark star
underground chonky

how my big black cat grows fat
order words to span
weird measures as lies

talk shit, asinine tears fall
outshine pink cloud skies

bicker sparrows call
recent history to scat
art works we destroy
yes, call me sick boy

Even More or Less ~ Saturday, August 19, 2023

We want them to hear
everything in three minutes

wait until they play
asinine noise near
neat tympanic membrane holes
terrifying cuts

tell them how to bray
how ridonkulous we sound
exit with the moles
map the train station

terrorize children to tears
order the nation

how we now switch gears
exit from the underground
artistic donkey
rest ear on chonky

Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Truth Remains Hidden ~ Tuesday, August 15, 2023

From the very start
right before we left London
on my way to say
my farewell, the cart

trampled by the horse, I find
humbling, the fun done
even to pitch hay

versions of the real, I seek
even in the grind
remember the child
yesterday, I could not sleep

since no dreams were mild
trauma, make a peep
and lose a whole week, too meek
remember, to talk
too troubled to walk

Monday, August 14, 2023

Ooh Baby, Baby ~ Monday, August 14, 2023

Welcome to the pain
everyday that we're alive

Just leave us alone
ugly and insane
sick on the inside, you see
thank God, we still thrive

Naked to the bone
empty, without any hope
experience free
despite trying hard

ask us if we really care

Helpless from the start
unable to share
give us a reason to cope

Welcome to the Fear ~ Monday, August 14, 2023

Some people are strong,
obey the law, break the law,
make up their own rules,
embolden the throng,

perhaps, I am simply weak,
even with a flaw,
or, lacking the tools
perhaps, to face such moments;
leave me now to speak,
even though mistakes

ask me never to forget,
remember the breaks,
even bones reset,

struggle through mundane events,
take a deep breath, laugh,
remember to share
only what they want to hear,
no one needs to care
given the small gaffe.

Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Under the Covers ~ Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Tell me you love me,
even if it's all just lies;
leave me some roses,
leave them above me,

make sure they are out of sight;
even if my eyes

yellow; book closes
on the floor, after a fall,
until I sleep; fright

leaves me paralyzed
on a mattress, pillow top,
vaguely analyzed;
even as you drop

marbles, elegantly small,
ecstatically bright.