Love Left Behind
June 18, 2006
How I wish to have him back –
even for a minute.
(We can give a lifetime in a minute.)
2006
The night Joe left
June 16, 2006
Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.
He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.
This dad cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.
exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.
It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
He the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…
Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.
Across the hall
irritated alarms tweak
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.
tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.
Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…
Soon
after,
he touches me.
I awaken.
He is gone.
Missing Him
June 14, 2006
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in the candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.
View of Life Time – with a forever
June 7, 2006
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TICK TO
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(REPEAT…)
View of Life Time – with an end
June 7, 2006
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When
June 3, 2006
I frown
I react
in fear
I smile
I react
in love
The marketing
geekdom
will not rest
until every
inch of earth and sky
is covered
with corporate logos
like a NAS CAR:
This oak tree
is sponsored
by Viagra
Miller Lite
and Little Debbie
That cloud
by Marlboro
Nicoderm
and STP
This stream
by Jim Beam…
the killing brine
May 29, 2006
The rising sun falls from the sky in flames
while bodies float atop the killing brine.
We search for light moving into frame,
no grave as lonely as this chilling brine.
They fly unseen with dead abandon,
fast and low atop the churning brine.
Then rise to dive, they attack at random.
We jump into the burning brine.
How many prayers were said this day?
How many fell silent to the brine?
Why must we die such pointless ways
in this vast and lonely killing brine?
Dog Knows First
May 23, 2006
He leaps
from the couch
and growls at the sky.
Then looks back at me –
to say goodbye.
Soon come the winds
straight from hell
all we can do
is bark and yell.
The Earth is an ember
our spirits release,
another failed planet
another failed peace.
dogs of war
May 20, 2006
Dogs of war
trot through the streets
at dawn
nails tapping
on asphalt,
heads moving left to right.
With each turn of
each forsaken corner
their ranks swell…
since there is little food
and even less love
to go around
for dogs
who were once
tender pups.
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