isolation

i was a blue dreamer
with visions splendorful,
illusory and expansive,
drifting and festive –
a holiday with no occasion.
painfully alone then,
and burning to find
the flaw in this
fleshy armor.
to rip open
a glorious wound.
but wouldn’t you
call it a
foolish spectacle?

Walking Around

You remind me of a pebble
That gets stuck inside
My shoe.
For a long time
I walk around and try
To ignore it.
Then,
When I get a chance,
I take my shoe off and shake it around.
I am sure
That the pebble is gone,
But two minutes later
There you are –
A pain in my foot.

Orphaned

I wish it had been
A gray morning,
Damp and forgetful,
The wind blowing Sorrow,
Making minds foggy,
Appropriate for mourning.
But the day wasn’t.
Beautiful instead,
The sun was bright and
The air too clear –
Only my mind was foggy,
Only I knew its impossibility.
People should gather
On days like this
For parties or barbecues,
But ours was a sad affair.
The space left empty,
Room enough for two,
Hung about like smoke.
And this is how
It stays around.
Like the smell of
Campfire, forever
Clinging to your clothes:
May 21, 1989.