Poem: Other Words from 1994
Random verses written while on
a 30-day camping trip for two.
I had dreams she didn’t share…
Blurb 1:
Candle light
shadows
Reflecting
in your eyes
I lean forward
catching your eyes
Reflecting
in my eyes
Reflecting
in your eyes
Reflecting
infinitely
Candle light
shadows.
Blurb 2
She slithered
forward
silver scales
glistening
brandished
her hands
She touched
burning
smoldering
raw flesh
I am
now marked
and owned.
Poem: More Words from 1994
Random verses
written on a beach south of Tofino
at the end of a 30-day camping trip:
i watch you sit
watching waves
churning
crashing
spray cold on our skin
we build castles
from mud and sand
towering
edifices
topped with seashells
the tide creeps in
toppling our work
erasing
eroding
all traces of us
the pacific waters
laps against my feet
splashed
scoured
i am driftwood lost
you already are
warm back in the car
waiting
planning
our next destination
i watch the sunset
you honk the horn
‘fuck you’
i mutter
knowing that you made it clear
there is no hope in hell.
Poem: Sepia Graph Paper
Dated 1994
Words etched across squares across time across memory
Found folded flat forgotten in between your letters
Where are you now I wonder aloud
Reading aloud the words you inspired
“lost in thought
we sit upon your bed
winter laughing at our dreams
you browse tropical vacations
hoping to feel sand rough between
your perfectly painted toes
i watch the way your eyes sparkle
leaving me longing to feel heat
much nearer to home
you remain oblivious
mumbling ‘thanks for dinner…’
as i leave to walk alone
back along the muddy river
flowing past your flat
cold dusk closing hard
i trail wispy white breath
gusting back the way i came
all alone the muddy river
flowing past your home
snow soft grey reminds me
of the blankets on your bed
warm smell of you between the weft
all along these muddy flats
flowing past your river
‘abandon all hope’
i wrote upon the shore
kicking my words onto the shards of ice
tiny cryptic muddy specks
flowing thoughts like a river
winter chortled once again
mocking any dreams of spring…”
**************
There is more. And yet there isn’t.
She travelled. I didn’t.
Later that year she married. And so it ends
“starlight, starbright
wish I maybe might
have these
wishes lost from sight
so it is
and so it ends
wishing wishing wishing
not just friends…”
Poem: No Reason At All
There is no reason,
never ever was;
Nor any season
that might ever change
to make a difference.
Every days the same;
Slow as molasses,
dry stench of decay
trailing behind me…
while I fade away
There are no beaches.
Nor any bitches
in heat for some play,
down where I’m headed
to count down my days
I choose the blue pill
with no-one to share;
Men in rough white coats
lead us down the hall
laughing all the way
Nights in white satin
echoing outside.
I would ask you why,
if I didn’t know
you’re only a lie
Do you remember?
Do you even try?
Best not to go there
it only makes me cry;
And the women sigh
As they come and go…
That wasn’t it.
That wasn’t it at all.
There is no reason;
And so here I lay,
trousers undone.
Poem: Over Written
Too many words wasted;
when only one will do.
In these silent spaces
between each dusk and dawn.
Rising blues crescendo –
Oh wait! I know this song:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!
Wide open bedroom window
lets in the pouring rain;
Cats in the kitchen yowling
the bowls are empty again
Why should I even bother
to get up and out of this bed?
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!
Purple phone keeps ringing
all over the sodden floors;
Seems no one dared answer it
before the floors got wet.
My pillows do feel poorly
and barely hold up my thoughts;
Why is there no body here
when the party is well begun?
See how I swing to the rhythmic
throbbing of words inside my head:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!
