Sometimes I’m caught off guard when the thought of you hits me so hard, tugging at my memories of you, so rare and so few. You’re the one person I’ll never get over – no real closure ’til I get to hold you a little longer. Merry Christmas, Faith!
Hell beckons me home where the promise of comfort soothes my restless feet and calms my aimless heart. The demons speak in familiar tones reminding me that I belong to this desolate, dying land where only the slightly insane can exist but never live. It is here that generations regenerate the myth that this isContinue reading “Oklahoma”
While I could not cry in front of you, I cried once for you – in front of strangers. But then again it could have just been the vodka, or life’s regrets – perhaps it was only allergies that caused such a commotion of compulsion. Who knows what God’s thinking in these rare moments ofContinue reading “Strangers”
I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
In my yellow polka dots, I had no notion I didn’t match and no idea you didn’t care. God we were so young then – and reckless, just not reckless enough.
There was a big old tree in the front yard where I grew up. From as early as I can remember I climbed that tree and could spend hours up there just watching the happenings around me. From the stray cats to the kids out playing and the cars going by, I sat, unknown toContinue reading “O’ Majestic Tree”
Checked baggage. Shoes in tub. Gate found. Time to spare. We roam the airport. I reach for your hand, as if you are still three. You pull away and grimace. After all, you’re 11 years and 12 days. I choose People magazine over Us, Reese’s over Snickers, glance at you, looking at caps. When wasContinue reading “Catching Plane”
Plenty of time to think, too much to drink, alone with my thoughts, dreams fade, reality sinks deeper into my gut. Guess I always knew you would do what you do to those who dare love you. With care I put your memory over there, far removed from me, and out of reach for thoseContinue reading “Detached”
If I lived on what the county gave me, I’d be dead in a week, so I work myself into the ground, just to make ends meet. I cling to a love I lost and hunger for my next drink, thriving in the eye of another strung-out guy. “Shoot me now, I’m ready to die.”Continue reading “Dead in a Week”
9-9-2009 to my grandmother and my daughter Run, baby, run, to the gates, to the sun, welcome her there where you two can share stories of home and reunions to come. Grandmother, Mother, Daughter, one day we’ll all be together. You two can prepare for our arrival there. Run, baby, run over golden streets toContinue reading “Run, Baby, Run”