days, weeks, months
crawl through my emptiness
time is a hollow oak tree
slowly rotting with age
I still see him slouched
in his leather chair
watching Fox News
oxygen tubes dangling
I still hear him wheezing
catching his breath
trying to argue
politics with me
His walker now leans
against the bedroom wall
wheels dormant
carryall empty
His clothes sorted
given to Goodwill
left behind his wool shirt
for me to smell and wear
His ashes are tucked away
inside his dresser cupboard
with his favorite coffee mug
and our 50th anniversary memory book
I keep whispering
I love you
I love you
I love you
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
breathe
the blood has dried
the bandages removed
yet the abuse continues
forming cobwebs in her mind
they said she was addicted
to the man who beat her
enabled his rage
protected his name
tiptoeing in the dark
afraid to take another step
afraid of the shadows
afraid of the future
when his fist again smashes her body
with the last of his pleading "I'm sorry"
she gathers her womanhood
forgives herself and walks away
the bandages removed
yet the abuse continues
forming cobwebs in her mind
they said she was addicted
to the man who beat her
enabled his rage
protected his name
tiptoeing in the dark
afraid to take another step
afraid of the shadows
afraid of the future
when his fist again smashes her body
with the last of his pleading "I'm sorry"
she gathers her womanhood
forgives herself and walks away
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Adam, Eve, Darwin, and Freud
Adam thought she came from his rib
Eve knew he came from dirt
Darwin thought they behaved like monkeys
Freud accused her of penis envy
Adam wanted his rib back
Eve planned a Bar-B-Q
Darwin theorized about their survival
Freud prescribed large doses of Prozac
Eve knew he came from dirt
Darwin thought they behaved like monkeys
Freud accused her of penis envy
Adam wanted his rib back
Eve planned a Bar-B-Q
Darwin theorized about their survival
Freud prescribed large doses of Prozac
Thursday, April 14, 2011
If Death Were a Man
If death were a man
he would take me
to his garage workshop
teach me how to properly use
a hammer, a screwdriver and power tools
If death were a man
we would play poker all night
drink beer and smoke cigars
I would learn to spit, belch and fart
If death were a man
he would stretch out his
work calloused hand
and holding mine
lead me down the aisles
of Mennards and Home Depot
until we come to the spiral staircase
he built just for me
If death were a man
he would guide me up the steps
and with a loving pat on my rear
send me on my way
If death were a man
he would take me
to his garage workshop
teach me how to properly use
a hammer, a screwdriver and power tools
If death were a man
we would play poker all night
drink beer and smoke cigars
I would learn to spit, belch and fart
If death were a man
he would stretch out his
work calloused hand
and holding mine
lead me down the aisles
of Mennards and Home Depot
until we come to the spiral staircase
he built just for me
If death were a man
he would guide me up the steps
and with a loving pat on my rear
send me on my way
If death were a man
The Palm Reader
His palm has a double life line
His palm has a love line drifting everywhere
His palm has a short intellect line
Her palm has no lines
just deep rooted wrinkles
His palm has a love line drifting everywhere
His palm has a short intellect line
Her palm has no lines
just deep rooted wrinkles
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Whatever
don't want to know
what hides
in the corners
of my mind
once discovered
I have no place
to put them
and a rummage sale
of mental debris
is out of the question
what hides
in the corners
of my mind
once discovered
I have no place
to put them
and a rummage sale
of mental debris
is out of the question
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