THE LIGHTS OF OLD TOWERS
Archive for the ‘POETRY’ Category
CHILL
i opened my refrigerator today
cool sensations of life inspired me to dig deeper
the light of the universe filled a dark room
and the cabbage made me think
juice of a thousand wars pure and unsweetened
tomatoes hit every bad act ever performed
by any slice of meat
egg head lined eyes on the embryonic world
from every chicken never born
lest the rotting stench of life decay
tickle a nose with the sulfur mine of love
shake your mustard
or else
not even your best squeeze
will stop dripping wet first fallen
from lonesome cucumber
where is your cavity
lemon sour yellow dreams
no limes, no clouds, no perfect life
where are you hiding sweets
why is your sweet hiding
is your middle shelf always full
or does unspoiled milk still feed
your baby right times
waters of a thousand lies
keep yogurt smiles healthy
hold your mayonnaise tight
and don’t let your ketchup slip
or you will never catch up
you will never slip tight
sleepless nights might
frighten you to close the door
and never again open
and never open it again
never knowing if the light turns off
alone.
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August 2013
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER COMMUNION
They run like colts
in river beds of solid wines
flicking whatever berries
at each other
or something.
They both understand the language
wondering with each other.
Laughing
and knowing
when they hurt each other.
Suffering for each others pain
and crying
because they dance
within each others rain.
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MOVING PICTURES
You have always been a movie to me
knowing I could never touch you.
Now you sit and stare at me
through the other side of this bottle
setting on the table here between us.
I feel as if a magic is missing
you are not the star I dreamed of.
Once you were the shining light
of my heavens dreaming
in a momentary wish.
Now I can see what I am left with
is not what I had hoped for.
I see what I am watching
is not what I had once enjoyed.
You have always been a movie to me
now my life plays in reverse.
I never could quite touch you
now I know
I’ve touched too much.
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12/21/12
A thick blanket of fog covers the Earth
I look out to see the new day
a bright ray of sun breaks through the darkness
and only those who see the light
will dream.
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
Written
on 11/12/2013