pain.

i was tagged by GuyorBloke to Three Quotes/Three Days and happy to participate.

Day Two. And then there was history to contend.

Reapply the medicine. Time does heal the sorrow wedged in the cracks. Dig it out. The crusted debris. Tame the queazy stomach.

can’t quit you/so easy

Day Three is ahead…

plot

choice libations
squirm in mother’s mind
witness the cycle
of sobriety and drunkenness
raise a glass
to toast success
lounge in the surburban yard
grass cut and smelling fresh
we discover nothing
including ourselves

not sleepy

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

Haven’t thought much lately. At least nothing too deep. It is 4:09 am. Our apartment is quiet. The apartment above us is quiet. No footsteps creaking or baby crying. The curry smells from next door are tamed. Our dinner dishes are washed and a week’s worth of work clothes are ready. Freshly pressed.

Some where, some one is moving. The force of life is being applied. Rightly? I hope so. We all hope so. Except the person with a gun in hand pays no attention to our wishes. An argument ensues. And words are bad but not good enough for the gun in hand. Words kill but bullets finish the job. No compromising, in that town. Not today. Not ever.

It is an hour before the sun rises. I am too far away from the Atlantic to look out the window and watch the sun appear. I take life for granted. The easy flow of air. I imagine the moon is the same. Thoughtless.

waiting

want me
mutable
losing you
the gurgling water
sucks your voice dry

cup the air
to my ear
no recollection of sound
too nice
to tell me -disappear

i don’t want you
to go either
desperate for seduction
a respite
from this monotone tapping