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Words with Sarah

DIVINE JIVE
WET WEAK THATCH AHA
HI SOBER SKIT FEES
COOLED LOAFER WADDER
ACID BRAND TRIALS
GO GLEE PLOY
ZIP SNUGLY OUT
STAVE TOY
QAT OX PAX
MEND MIME HAM
SORRY
I am
left with TIN
and without you.
No one wins.

September 2014

After It

Then comes the day,
through no
perceptible change,
the moment arrives,
in a gesture.
Without fanfare,
a simple glancing touch
– dismissive –
separates then and now.
From in to out
the forsaken, the discarded
fade to obscure.

July 27, 2006

Fine Print

Explain again, please
why my family is expected
to pay your family
fees, goods, and services
so that I can
be forced to
bind myself to you
in contractual ways
that strip me
of my rights
myself
my soul?

April 2005

Honored Dead

And now you are the honored dead.
Freed from the remorse and guilt of a mundane life.
Remembered tales of exploits comedic and tragic
are told in homage to your empty chair.

No longer are you enraged at a frustrated existence
overflowed with bad timing and crass indifference.
Loves blown like those paychecks that never
quite covered the cost of day to day living.

No more jobs to lose, no more rivals to fight.
Your endless wandering through this maze of life
– that choked your fantasies of tomorrow –
are over. Abruptly ended by choices.

And now you are the honored dead.
All praise the shining character of lore
that lives in their airy dreamed memories
and salute a fictional martyr that never really lived.

May 21/24, 2006

Bolingbroke

That a king should turn
to find a kingly prince restored
to kingdoms lost abroad –
divorced from claim and name –
his beat and bully time
spent, wasted in manly dance
tearing and swallowing whole
whose lands dishonored by his lie.
Cast down the severed heads, O Clan,
and pull from nailed caskets
the buried guilt that forge
this dynasty with an empty crown.

September 2013

Dream of Memory

O dream a dream
of barren scrub
and loss –
that rock waits
covered Green
to dull such jagged
grief with Time
and light
and waves of Silver
waked Memory

June  2008

Cherry Blossom

Standing under the canopy
you tell me one can spend a lifetime
seeking out the perfect bloom.
In your last breath of life
you tell me they are all perfect.
Why couldn’t you realize this
before I lost you?

June 05