Poetry

Angel

“Your ghost haunts me, like a shadow in the night.

“For the things I couldn’t do for You, for the warnings I tried to give You,

“and the signs You missed…

“I wanted to scream out!

“I wanted to touch You,

“But You couldn’t feel me there by Your side, aching,

“aching to convey the message.

“I could hear You calling. I could hear Your breath, ragged and painful.

“I wanted to comfort You but,

“try as I might, You couldn’t feel me.”

 

“Now I sit in the dark, trying to make sense of it all.

“I miss You. I miss Your presence.

“I am Your Angel.

“Always by Your side.

“Your ghost, it haunts me,

“You should be alive.”

stasis

nights
when i cant be bothered
to capitalize or apostrophize
i just wantwish
to be curled up on the couch
in your arms once again
going down
for hours
to sleep beside your faithful snores
your heat
and to wake to the pulsing
of the alarm
rocking
out the 69s
and 70s
and then
youre gone once again
leaving behind your scent
and me
without as much as an apostrophe
or a care to pinky a shift

puzz le

we appear the same, you and me
both have eyes and hands
and feet with which to walk away

but in truth we are opposite
diametric yin and yang
magnetic

a jigsaw
compelled to
complete itself

a go

after a long, hard, hot day at the office
i just want to lose my briefcase and
flip
off my shoes
p
e
e
l
off my dress
and then…

But you’re home. And you’re watching tv with a beer
The condensation drip
ping
from the edge of your bottle onto your white boxers as you
tip
it in my direction in a gesture of negligent cheers

there was a day, long a go when it was you coming home
all wet from the
rain
and i, lounging with my white wine on the couch in your boxers and nothing
else
your umbrella drip drip dripping on the floor unheeded because…

there are better things to do
always
Busy things to do and not enough drip
ping
After a long,
hard,
hot
day.

Open

Talk to me. Tell me all you have to give. Intone your desires. Spew your needs. And then,

present your very self. Your soul.

Gesture your heart.

For the sake of love.

To me.

For what is the alternative?

It is the personification

of nothing.

Erectile Disfunction, The Limerick

There once was a man called ED
Who got it into his head,
It was time for a change
And so he exchanged
His ED for a handful of meds

Edited. Originally posted in the comments on this article: http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/08/26/i-give-up-2/

SoCS – Taste of Time

Left to my own devices
I slather my time
in colours of fruit:
cerise and orange, blueberry and golden delicious
on the walls
of my imagination
and then
I close my eyes
and taste what I have written.

This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/08/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-1614/

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Heaven Sent

Heaven sent inspiration
and we laugh at the gods

Heaven sent evolution
and we live regardless of what we’re handed

Heaven sent emotion
and we use it as an excuse to kill

Heaven sent children
and we love.

How does Heaven send peace?

This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/

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Today

sunleaves

Perfect days
pass far too quickly
with the sun glimmering
between leaves of green
not even the soft warm breeze
can blow away the hue
of emerald bliss.

But time
presses the hands of the clock
onward, ignoring the euphoria
of this human –
this speck upon the earth
who creates amidst
a perfect day’s inspiration.

My Addiction, Part End

I listen to the music
that you like all day.

I taste the food you enjoy
(I know because we go to the same restaurant)

I smell the shirt
I stole from your locker at the gym
(I sleep with it)

I feel between the sheets
how you must feel…
(between the sheets)

I see
I see

When you leave your house I watch
you get into your car
and you drive to work.
You laugh and you joke
with the people there
and you drive back home.

I see you walk away from me
when I try to approach you
why
can’t you love me too?

I am your
You are my
addiction.