Play It Again, Sam
Date: September 25,2013
I think of him, rewinding. Heart hammering a worn-out song. It’s a score that’s always in his favor. Distant drums drive a sick avidity into my brain. I listen without pause (and certainly, most certainly…without cause) . Behind blurred lines of well-versed servility, I hear the all too familiar sound. Rusting blades scrapping, scrapping bare the walls of my conviction. I know and well-remember the woodsy smell of his hair…and no doubt, the bawdy nature of his pretense. Yet without fail, I find myself searching for a slow sip of his disgrace. Like moth to flame, hell-bent on a suicide flight straight into fire. I know damn well the burn, the stinging pain, the insanity, plain and simple. Yet, like a slow sweet song set to rewind, I circle back, eager to please. Eager to replay, relive, and re-die in the torture of this obsession. I am weak to his persuasion. Willing to risk it one last time (and time…and time, time, time again) . Weak indeed (although not entirely without sensibilities) . I am prepared, I know the score, I’ve danced the dance (many, many times) . I stand at ready for the breathless, wingless, free-fall into gut wrenching sorrow. And there’s one thing for sure…he never disappoints. It’s a hot-cold spiral, a perpetual pot that simmers but never quite boils. He stirs, I sputter…hot, hot, hot then cold…ice cold. Madness I know….yet I’m always ready to cook the grits…just…one…more…time.
...
You’re the custodian of my sleep
The keeper of my dreams
You’re the master of my musings
The director of its themes
...
Call It A Truce
Date: March 13,2013
Our journey suspended, a dream deferred
...
Beast
Date: February 26,2013
He comes to life with raging breath
...
A Thousand Miles
Date: September 19,2012
I thought we were at home
...
My path is just as straight
My sight, just as clear
There nothing to stand between
The end I see from here
...
Sharks Teeth
Date: February 21,2012
You gathered me in shadows
...
Sipping Secrets
Date: February 5,2012
I inhaled the splendor of his song
...
Date: February 1,2012
He is a decade long struggle with weakness
A chink in the armor, a stain on my soul
...
I Have No Art
Date: January 9,2013
I have no art to give you, love
...