Pick & Mix Poetry

The moon peers in through
the looking glass, lighting our
tidal island. Its gaze shivers black
coverings in hypnotic, silk reflections.
Small ripples like an ocean's  
surface roll and break and change
directions with her sly deliberation. We  
float here, two figures resisting magnetic
pulls only inches apart.  
 
All around us, cold waves lap salty skin, as  
I do, and graze warm shapes; her purrs the
thunder of a coming storm, her fingernails
trace and conjure lightning. As night falls
deeper, eyes of blue ice dance and swirl and
cast like auroras through the wan light. Her
come hither under breath is a siren's song.  
 
It is a chance to take, treading waves, seeing who can
stay above water the longest.

 
 
in the sounds  
of wheels
on the bed of steel  
resounding through  
hollow echoes
of quiet halls
between
I. C. U.
and  
I'll see you  
 
soon
 
filling the sanitized air
that hard lump in the  
throat  
brimming yet  
vacant
 
strapped to the  
white sheet
wired to VAD*  
-yet protesting
 
flat in supine
glaring at surgical light
counting to nine
fighting the night
 
heart racing
to a state of chilled
euphoric flight
 
 
 

Clouding my mind and filling my soul
Confusing the moment of inception
Strains the first time we spoke
Filled with trepidation and wonder
Yet never wanting to push my luck
Bringing euphoria to this mortal coil
Flapping in the wind so aimlessly
Like a white flag in this beach sand
Until the moment our eyes first met
I had no notion of spiritual bliss
Lyrical melodies of promise
Methodical prodding’s of a future
Enfolding me in complete wonder
Soothing the scars of my soul
Answering the question I have thought
A million times for every fallen tear
And seeing that glimmer in your eye
As the guiding star in my compass
Leading me back to memories
Of the last time I felt worthy
To roads left untraveled
Where supine souls said not a word
And flesh was torn
Only to be cleaned anew in your light
Through the passing of time
Through the spark of love I find
Looking back from my only sky
Your tears the balm required
Your kisses the salve desired
Until we are finally
One

the earth pulls
from up there
a crazy tug
on the psyche
that warns one
not to lean out so far
unless he really intends
to jump
 
it's safer in bed,
swaddled in a warm cocoon  
of familiar blankets,
the pills resting in their amber nest,
promising euphoria or
a slightly nauseous ride  
into the light
(if one can keep them down)
 
much better than the noose --
bulging eyes
and a swollen tongue
are an ugly finale
 
and the bullet is least likely --
sinister and uncaring,
tucked in the bottom drawer
of the bedside in case of intruder,
willing to make the kind of mess  
for which an apologetic note
is no consolation
 
and god knows,
you wouldn't do that
to anyone

I’m lying on my back imagining that twinkling in your eyes
I’m reminded of warm summer night and catching fireflies
County fairs in July with fireworks lighting up the sky
A spice scented kitchen, a cool glass of milk, and a slice of apple pie
 
Long walks along the tracks picking berries and plums
A magician in the kitchen, you created feast out of crumbs
You loved all that you touched, my Aurora, my Goddess Of Dawn
My healer of pain, you lovingly brought the healing on
 
With closed eyes, I’ve lied on my bed supine
With happiness, we’ve walked along the beaches, drifting through my mind
Stopping here and there, you needed to be heard
Idyllic walks through the woods, I clung to your every word
 
There were lessons needing to be taught, things needing to be learned
First it was your chance, but you promised I’ld get my turn
There’s no doubt that we brought each other anger and frustration
But that’s because there’s so much more to true love than having patience
 
Your nights spent in a melancholy state wondering if I was in a hospital
And me breaking curfew and receiving but a tittle, more like an acquittal
It would simply break your heart to handout the punishment that I deserved
Besides I was at home and safe, your heart said justice was served
 
And your heart, oh how could something so big fit into a human body
It’s so hard for you to contain your smile even after I’ve been so naughty
Because these teachings and learning are never done, they’re an eternal set
Here’s to you a poem from the pick and mix set, from Me the Teacher’s Pet  �

 
He done lost his mind  
With anger in his heart  
And hatred in his spirit  
He’s foaming at the mouth  
Yelling at the top of his lungs  
Screaming from his bedroom window  
Because he wants the whole world to hear his voice  
 
He’s got this unhealthy obsession  
With repeating certain key words over and over again  
Brainwashed…maybe  
Indoctrinated…perhaps  
Programmed to follow his idyllic leader to the grave  
 
But that’s what the world has turned into  
It’s an ugly sinister atmosphere  
As if covered by a live, vile evil veil  
As the rants of a madman  
In the death throes of conscience  
Eats away at his soul