Road Home
the snow was blowing
covering our tracks
quicker than we walked.
worn out already,
Lita, looked to me;
what should we do now?
miles to go back
but how much farther
I hadn’t a clue.
we could just stand here
surely freeze to death
or move on forward
and hope for the best.
Worst and Rest
only one tiny bulb left burning
overhead in the cheap chandelier
just enough light for my confession
forgiveness can only come from gods
but he and I are having troubles
so I thought I would write to you, Ann.
you were there when I lost my brother
kindness in the comfort of your arms
reassured that the pain wouldn’t last,
everyday, I remembered the shot,
my brother, first in shock, then screaming,
and the face of the man who shot him
you tried to tell me that nothing good
could come of thinking about it
that in time, the memories would pass
time past, but nothing got better
larry’s face twisted with tears and blood
staring, looking at me for answers
I couldn’t make the blood go away,
couldn’t keep pretending to forget
going on with my daily routine
tonight, I saw again a killer
no longer the sick look of hatred
that he had when he killed my brother
tonight, his face was fear and panic
he must have recognized in my face
a look reflecting his face before
I have done the worst,
and now must rest.
Learning to Talk
Dumb,
without words,
unable to speak the truth.
Scream,
to be heard
over the white noise of shame.
Ask,
why, why me?
Chased away from my safe place.
Bawl,
all alone
through memories that won’t fade.
Tell
your story,
so others won’t relive it.
Run
get out of the house
down the street
run
as fast as you can
out of your
shoes
bare and burning feet
cut, bleeding
soles
believe me, this is
better than
life
inside, where nothing
gets better
and
there will never be
another
chance
Last Page
I never read the last page
I create my own ending,
Depth to a Page
Simple black ink on white paper.
Just words on a page.
How can I make words mean more?
Maybe a drop shadow.
That seems to always add depth to a page.
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Depth to a Page
Just meaningless words.
How can I give them more depth?
Add a drop shadow?
No Comment
Looked up to the stars
asked, “What am I doing here?”
Received no comment.
The Few
The majority want the best for themselves.
The few want the best for themselves, too.
What is really important is what is best for me.
Where am I?
Seventeen years past,
high school behind me,
started a new road
in a direction
no destination.
Today I am here
in Doha, Qatar
I keep on moving
in a direction
no destination.
Jazz
Be Boop, Ba Dawh.
Mary listened, intent on the band.
I couldn’t wait to get out
Out of this club,
Out of the smoke,
Out of my life,
Out of my life with her.
Solo, applause, and move on.
But Mary was in
in it for good,
in it for love,
in it for the long haul,
in the groove, and all that Jazz.
