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This is some of the more recent poetry I have written. I will sporadically rotate new ones in. You can visit DreamWidth if you would like to read more or see what I have posted recently. If you like what you read, you can also buy the books linked at either side of this paragraph. The books have actually been proofread and had formatting issues fixed. As well as a few wording corrections that will not be seen elsewhere. Whereas the DW has the writings posted fresh, with less thought for grammar or appearance. Each option has its own benefits.
The images used for illustration with the poems are residual process images from the Well Tossed series
you never wanted
for the sake of wanting
the kind of life
that is shown in the movies
yet there you are
standing in the doorway
lost in a kiss
with a heel in the air
yet another time
you are back in the arms
you always said
would never touch you again
still there you are
lost in a kiss
minutes away
from thing to find bliss
still you know
it is going to end the same
sitting alone crying
with a broken heart
It Skips On Track Four
We race through the paces
Of the stations of the crass
Hoping for all hopes
That we get it finished
Before the kids wake up
And once again we have to explain
That too many gave up
there arent enough apples
to feed the 5000
there are still too many cowboys
not willing to move from protest to resistance
so we race through the paces
of the stations of the crass
while anti-flags hang unseen in the garage
hiding dirty history lessons
milk creates of telephone pole papers
and anything left we call our own
A Woman Of That Caliber
she could have killed me
at any time she wished
i gladly would have stood there
taking every shot she fired
watching her face twist
her body jerk
with each pull of the trigger
but she didnt kill me
she made it clear
she never would
every time she should have
she just walked away
took a deep breath
walked back and kissed my cheek
those were the hardest hits to take
every time
i knew i deserved much worse
but she knew
what i needed
and what i deserved
were miles apart
Perdition And Nowhere
i hear you calling
those low soft whispers
that cackle in the dark
begging me to come to you
one more dance
one more kiss
to again take you by the hand
and make you mine
your streaked black hair
long and longing
with you back turned to me
so you can pretend to be surprised
the trail of bread crumbs
that point the direction
the care packages
of matches and gasoline
from someone named bridges
and a note that simply reads
"in case you need some light"
we have been here before
you know i cant refuse the call
i just cant ever answer
as quickly as i would like to
the weather has to be right
the days have to be longer
and there has to be a big x
painted across your mouth
so for now
your whispers only taunt me
with a constant reminder
to work a little faster
