in your moment of regret…

the tomb has been sealed
only a memory’s left
no words can be heard
no old promises fulfilled
as they say you had your chance

 

 

and then we were old…

just a short story
with multiple characters
that leaves you hanging
about the various plots
since it ends so abruptly

 

 

in a moment of weakness…

to thou
who cut the hole
in my paper cup
just as things
were looking up
sending me
tumbling down
with a thud
to
the ground
with a most
unpleasant sound
words from my lips
that
should not be heard
by man or beast
but nonetheless
they were uttered
and then
i saw
an old priest shudder
and
even a butterfly flutter
with wings changing
from
white
to
pink
oh that i could
recall
those words
but reverse blessings
do have their place
especially when they’re
in your face

the room…

we rent this space
occupying it briefly
but everything
in the room
is ours
from
the furnishings
to
random thoughts
even
the broken dreams
scattered
throughout
the years
are
ours
so it seems strange
that we cannot share
this
small space
with whom
we choose
those
who pretend
to be our landlords
keep insisting
that
their rules
must
be followed
rules
designed
for their pleasure
and
their pleasure
is
power over others
but
we
pay the rent

 

 

linguistic projection…

you’re talking as if
i said the words in your head
your words ain’t my words

 

 

last embrace…

darkest emptiness
shallow gasping breaths of death
god’s grace now questioned
no way to calm the eyes’ fears
next embrace is not returned

 

 

error of judgment…

harsh words said to friends
casting them as enemies
lingers in the mind 
long after their flesh grows cold
then you’ll know your enemies

 

 

the abbey…

fragments of the past
still remain for us to see
truth is nothing’s there
for all the lives that made it
have vanished into god’s dust

lost refrains…

i
want
to sing
a happy song
one
like
i’d heard before
but
i can’t recall
or
find the words
and
the only chords
i hear
are those
of
discord
even in the pews
where
psalms
of
love
once
filled the air
now
are
permeated
with
putrid
political
incantations
from
self-deified saints
who merely
sing hate’s sour notes
or
mouth the words
and
meaningless meanderings
of
every charlatan
that’s
ever lived
but
if you happen
to
know the tune
and
better yet
the words
please
sing
it loud enough
that
we may
all
hear it
again

a love poem…

love of my life
a phrase
initially
used
as
a promissory note
to be 
fulfilled
with
the passage
of
time
however
it may
casually signify
the status
of
any of a class
of
people
places
or
things
at
some specific point
in
time
like a child
grandchild
a pet
or
an unrequited love
feelings
which may
or
may not
change
over time
but sometimes
the words
reflect the richness
someone
has brought
to the lifetime
of
another person
far beyond
all the physical
representations
of love
an unmatched
deep emotion
like what i
feel for you