Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Sittin' out on the verandasoakin' up some sun
just me an' mah cat
on a cot
on a day with barely a breeze
to bristle our whiskers
lettin' the world go by
me lookin' at him
him lookin' at me
both of us thinkin'
we be two
of da coolest cats around
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
This early spring has taken me unawares,
a sudden burst of warmth that's disconcerting
to one who's grown accustomed to the cold--
bringing back a sound, a scent,
a sadness I can't explain.
Memories of halting conversations...
a sense of time slipping through my fingers,
and the feeling that there should have been more.
And I believe that I could go either way--
be a particle or a wave,
as this warm breeze whispers "sway."
This exquisite pain,
dormant for too many seasons,
now blooms fragrant and insistent--
trumpeting its arrival
with dopey daffodil dreams.
This ephemeral ecstasy,
that bleeds into agony,
that leads to animosity,
for which there is no remedy...but time.
And your sudden burst of warmth is disconcerting
to one who's grown accustomed to the cold,
and I believe I could go either way--
be your one night stand or shadow you
through one lifetime and the next.
Just tell me what the HELL you want,
for I've chosen the wrong door too many times--
got eaten by the tiger and shat out the other end...
now I must learn how to bend.
And this accursed early spring
brings the spectre of another day,
when love turned on the moment
in a warm wind that whispered "sway."