Going Going Gone

I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time and
I'll have mine too
Ring on my finger not
yours through my nose
You never raised me to
be one of those

I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time
and I'll have mine too
Did you think I'd stay setting
Another and another "holiday" table
You could not have thought that
Not when I'm still young, ready
and able

You could not have thought
That I’d ride the ribbon with
you the future sliding our joined
fingers through

I'm not seeing those tears
I'm just closing my eyes
Since there really is no need
for these maudlin goodbyes
Not when there's Skype, e-mail,
and phones everywhere

A baby you say?
And what does that change?
You don’t have to be
In the same state to be
In love’s range

I'm going said she
Looking straight at and through me
Her voice and demeanor just as calm as could be
You will visit with me and
I will visit with you
And this door I am closing
This conversation is through.

On The Other Side of the Fence

On the other side of the fence
is green grass that rolls out
a red carpet for wild abandon

On the other side of the fence
are flowers tumbling in a profusion
of joyous perfume

On the other side of the fence
is flesh to flesh finding solace
in innocent satiation

On the other side of the fence
is all that is not
within the confine

Kaitlin Watched

Little girl
in candy caned
dress
sweet
there for the
taking
born to
be broken
sucked
devoured
only
when freely
offered
on a hot summer
day on the edge
of a cool dark wood...
there are rules
to be followed

The Careful Poet

Here I sit
Holding each syllable
To the light
Considered and polished
Again and again
Sometimes discarded
While you, out there
Spread the street
Gaily with vomitous
Outpouring expecting
Me to walk out and
Slosh, happily
Through
Banging a tambourine
Ignoring
My ruined shooed syllables
Soaked in your mess

Roach

Since birth
I work finding
each iotic bit
that escapes your
gargantuan eye
an exemplar of
diligence running
always from the
encroachment of
your pesticided foot
as you vilify me
as repulsive for my
work as you play
with future earth
let us see whose
progeny remain

You

Belching in your underwear
are going to teach me
the finer points of living

Wild Cat

Through kitchen door I watch
with mouse emptied stomach
watch as you patter from
refrigerator to blender
making a morning shake
to watch your weight as
my kittens languish

Over The Fence

That fourteen-year-old
pushing mower summer day
I noticed the missing slat
just one through which
glittered grass greener
and the bodacious sun
kissed body of bikinied
Mrs. Pratt
it was a pleasant crew cutted
lawn summer on an on after that!

Drifitng

Wednesday, October 06, 2010 3:46:19 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
(keep in mind this poem is dedicated to those on the so-called "other side" of the fence...)

Now in trying to
recapture what is
essentially rockbed
Back on now historic
waters long ago
floated what became
symbolic tea

Now in trying to
recapture what is
essential rockbed
values in my veins
I am viewed with
mockery

It frustrates, provokes
and confuses that
some cannot seem to
see that
there are forces that
are alligned to change
the face forever
of this, my own country

White Rope

I am the rope
that was twisted
and tested coated
to shine and looped
shimmering coiled wristed
Traveling home in
the back of your car
placidly waiting for
a sea trip near come or
in future far
I am the rope
twisted, tested, coated, shined
and looped shimmering coiled
If animate would have your plan
resisted, halted, fatally foiled