hips twitching
to the fine-grained beats
of sand
smacking the bottom
of my plastic hourglass
singing of time wearing thin
these melting masks of 4am meaning
and belonging
is a state of mind that resides
on the left coast
of my once lush hemisphere
where signs of please,
walk on the grass
were prominent and inviting
have now become
coney island run down
and faded
jaded by filler years of abscess
and duress, not success
or love
once millions of colors, now
only 18 bits
and pieces of the collage left over;
when placed on top of one another
make up my very own
flip book –
with a cheesy plot
and no dialogue;
gasoline highs
and
$200 a day habit lows
meandering through ill
advised chapter
(after chapter); falling
for every novel device
ever put to the page
just waiting, waiting
for a brilliant way
to end it all
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
a little after the fact, but SO WHAT
my daughter gave me this wonderful gift...
mama,
as both daughter and friend
(and lucky for that)
this birthday i see you:
glowing at 45;
alive
and sometimes hurting, treading;
sometimes laughing;
smaller in your clothes;
still learning voraciously
and always as the woman i'd
choose
as mother and friend
at 45...57...72...96...
mama,
as both daughter and friend
(and lucky for that)
this birthday i see you:
glowing at 45;
alive
and sometimes hurting, treading;
sometimes laughing;
smaller in your clothes;
still learning voraciously
and always as the woman i'd
choose
as mother and friend
at 45...57...72...96...
Saturday, February 12, 2005
the two-step
a zephyr gaze drifts
creasing a hazy stare
the subway's daybreak frames
depth in perpetual beauty
step - step
fidgeting thoughts sharpen
a solitary breath’s crusade
soul streaking sounds
drench the floor
step - step
word's radiant glare
introduces a thought
i hum a few tunes but the wind's
lullaby is more favorable to mine
step - step
pacing in my mind's perspective
i paint a mural's tear
perfect moments intertwine
so glad to be walking away
with you
step – step
creasing a hazy stare
the subway's daybreak frames
depth in perpetual beauty
step - step
fidgeting thoughts sharpen
a solitary breath’s crusade
soul streaking sounds
drench the floor
step - step
word's radiant glare
introduces a thought
i hum a few tunes but the wind's
lullaby is more favorable to mine
step - step
pacing in my mind's perspective
i paint a mural's tear
perfect moments intertwine
so glad to be walking away
with you
step – step
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
goodies in the mail
i got a (2 day) early
birthday package from
a friend in bar harbor
and in it was lots of
Panda strawberry and raspberry
licorice bars and
the Maine version of Crispix cereal
called Crispy Hexagons
hilarious, right?
AND
the BEST bit?
No Quarter (Unledded)
on DVD
and while presents are good
(REALLY good)
they don't take the sting out of
turning 40 effin 5
even though ERik says
45 is the new 30...
birthday package from
a friend in bar harbor
and in it was lots of
Panda strawberry and raspberry
licorice bars and
the Maine version of Crispix cereal
called Crispy Hexagons
hilarious, right?
AND
the BEST bit?
No Quarter (Unledded)
on DVD
and while presents are good
(REALLY good)
they don't take the sting out of
turning 40 effin 5
even though ERik says
45 is the new 30...
Thursday, February 3, 2005
27
melissa's birthday dinner
was a quiet affair
there were presents
and cards
and cheesecake
she is a beautiful girl
(woman)
been thinking a lot about
the past these last few days
the good - and not so good
it all comes back so fresh
like it was last week and not
20 some years ago
we've come so far from those times
and now she's grown and making
her own way
piecing her own mosaic together
and i can stand off to the side
and watch
wide eyed with wonder
that she is the very same
tiny, dark haired, dark eyed girl
who went everywhere with me
and even looked at me
with wide eyed wonder
happy birthday, baby
27 is the ticket
was a quiet affair
there were presents
and cards
and cheesecake
she is a beautiful girl
(woman)
been thinking a lot about
the past these last few days
the good - and not so good
it all comes back so fresh
like it was last week and not
20 some years ago
we've come so far from those times
and now she's grown and making
her own way
piecing her own mosaic together
and i can stand off to the side
and watch
wide eyed with wonder
that she is the very same
tiny, dark haired, dark eyed girl
who went everywhere with me
and even looked at me
with wide eyed wonder
happy birthday, baby
27 is the ticket
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