Just so

Is it any wonder how
the lesser now at best allows
a sense so dense that sheets feel tense,
and heavy on the belly of the everyday disguise
that rumbles with a hunger, and sends tumbling his eyes,
lolled about and rolled throughout the wetness of his mind,
a blind grind, spit n’ shined disgusting kind of kind
that doesn’t know it’s mocking as it’s fucking from behind;
it’s as designed, it’s as designed, the better the devil you know,
lest find yourself accomplishing transcendence from ‘just so’.

Holes

The trick is to have just enough
to rouse the raw, and rest the rough,
and hold, and hold, and keep it fed,
lest wake the rested, festered dread
that bends the heavy bottom shelf –
it waits for me to less my health –
and not but fifty feet from here,
the train blares high (and low) in fear
of lost, of poor, of tired souls
who head, who sink, who long for
holes.

Reset

Sometimes we find ourselves encumbered,
sooty with our tribulations,
heavy with our trials,
loomed over by mountains,
and tripped up by molehills;
our hands and knees are grazed and stained,
our faces flecked with dirt…

So burn it all!
Tear off your clothes,
and throw them into fiery pits.
Come roar with me
in flame,
and shame
the hurricane, by comparison.
We’ll blow and torch it from our skin.
We’ll watch it sizzle,
and scorch,
and spin…

At last.
Not a sound but beating hearts.
Not a tree or blade of grass
surrounds-
just us.
Just…
now.
Just blackened earth, and ashy sheets.
Just glowing coals, where once were eyes.
Just red-hot poles, where once were bones.
It…
emanates,
eliminates,
and consummates the act.
We let the winds brush off our skins;
our souls,
revealed,
intact.

We cool,
collect,
breathe in,
accept.

We rise,
redress,
breathe out,

Reset.

I wish I’d cooked you breakfast

I wish I’d cooked you breakfast;
toast and eggs,
layed out in bed,
and spread like butter on pancakes.

I wish I’d bought you flowers;
pink and red,
all preened and stemmed,
on the table for when you come home.

I wish I’d cooked you dinner;
candles and wine,
with plenty of time
to relax, to unwind, to entwine.

But I commit to much more than a day,
to much more than a temporary scene,
for I intend to begin and to end
every day with you kept like a queen.

And every day will be our Valentines,
for as long as the winds kiss the sea.