Archive for July, 2010

An Apology for Missing Your Party

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 22, 2010 by unsensible

I really appreciate the invitation
Somewhere between the corners of your eyes and
The edge of your moving lips
Rich curves drawn up and in
Forming straight lines from a zigzag pout
Centered where a solicitous X marks the spot
I was sorely tempted
So I said I would go
Though I knew two and a half steps down the walkway
That I had lied to your face

You told me a time, which I did not note
And location which I pretended to understand
(For the sake of good form)
Sketched a map on a notepad indicative of no place
(Other than the secret place where I’d like to take you, if such a place ever existed)

Late that night you stood on your stoop
Orange butane lighter clutched in a silent protest
Almond eyes dark scanning the sidewalk for stragglers
The last of the last of the late night revelers
And you wondered

But if you’d stayed on the walkway a little bit longer
two and a half steps, and two and three-quarter and three steps on
You’d have seen feet of clay dissolving to dust
Looked back to see legs turning to salt
Arms blowing away like fine grains of sand
As a wicked breeze carried
The setting sun like fire to the breast of the somnolent city

You’d know then: I had to be home
It takes time to pack one’s self back together
An intricate puzzle with no flat edges
The pictures keep changing
It takes all night
All night, every night

You stood on your stoop smoking alone
Together, we wondered
In separate distant corners


my hero

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 1, 2010 by unsensible

Shoulders back
Neck straight
Head cocked to the side
Leading with the chin
A confident smirk
Cigarette clenched between teeth
As he expands in one long breath
Across 800 miles of pavement

Had a mission
Would never falter
Would win like a hero would win

By the power of cocksure belief alone
Unflappable faith that luck really truly does play favorites
For children and fools especially
(And he, most favored, was both to be sure)
Hair twisted in the front
In an elaborate curl
To hide or accentuate a growing silver streak at the temple

He knew what he had to do and did it
With half a plan and
A feckless grin
Because it was all so funny, he said
When observed from the right orientation

He left that night
Tires squealing throwing sparks
A fire on dry grass
Destination inevitable

And maybe he made it…

He left and I stayed
And I’m not sure where he ended up
Maybe someday he’ll come back
Tell me of his adventure
His narrow escape
His rich rewards

I stayed
And let the days grind me like a stone
My hero
How I miss him