an uninvited guest…

new year's blues

a restless night
roused
several times
by
the tapping
of
the bedposts
against
the wall
and
though
young
he understood
these things
so wanting
some sleep
he silently
crept into
their room
and
managed
to scale
the bed
and
squeeze
between
the two of them
falling soundly
to sleep
a bold action
no doubt
with
the potential
of
punishment
but
what’s a puppy
to do

checkmate…

checkmate...

after
he claimed
to be
unable
to
drive home
because
of
the wine
she
acquiesced
and
said
he could
stay
and
sleep it off
on
her sofa
as
she unbottoned
her blouse
to
prepare
for
bed
he crept
into her room
with
lustful
anticipation
she turned
slowly
like
in
a movie
and
drew
a small derringer
from
her bedside
and then
soberingly
asked
if
he wanted
to
sleep
outside
or
forever

sideman…

sideman

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

now that was helpful…

love’s fluidity
makes defining
difficult
if
not
impossible
thus
the perfect subject
for
dreamy
lovesick poets
proposing endless lines
of
poetry
about
the undefinable
fine
melodic verses
revealing
nothing
at all
about
what lies
concealed
within
the soul

 

less than strangers…

every thing they said
has come to lies’ fulfillment
you do not recall
an old wagon ride
round and round all those summers
nor do you recall
whose hands and voice embraced you
some how ghosts stories
have replaced the real events
a black hologram of truth
i understand why
the truth is hard to live with
those crimes of passion
have altered life’s history
and the fools always believe