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Sugar and Spice
Whiskey and Beer,
kept me from having those nightmares.
Those dreams
The failures.
The visions
The lies
The truths

Every thought
is swift and intense,
as if every letter and character
were put here to torment me.
But what can I say?
Appears to be
nothing.
Life
is a world all unlooked for,
beloved
yet tormented.

Don’t hit me.

I want to tell you,
what the ocean knows.
Love is endless;
a hard untied knot.

Silent tapestries
depict the history of our love.

The finite:
the pocket of your vest,
the rose,
your mouth
hardens
as the edges of your eyebrows lift.

-I did not make you feel that way.

Oh, but you did. you were the catalyst

The yellow rose:
a contradiction
carefully understood
though further perceived
becomes ambiguously forward,
vibrating,
forming wakes which dance along the shore line.

Why must love
take on such ridiculous tones?

The dream:
I walked endlessly.
Eyes lids raised.
The river was long.
Tar stained my feet black,
and tears, my checks.
How many times did I dock
and ask for a little clarity on the matter.

I am bequeathed only a hug,
a word
& a soft kiss.
I drift
farther
uncertain of its intensity.

I built such a beautiful picture
Of what life should….
Be.
Oh…the house.
What a place.
The garden was marvelous:
A fluttering dream.
But for some reason
I can’t get out of it.

What has become of it?
Like the Moon,
stepping in front of the Sun.
What remains of it?
Dried Flowers
Photos
old letters
notes and poems.

I bear these cruel scars.

Forgive me god,
but inevitably in my heart,
One recants every gesture.