GLIMPSES: POEMS OF LOVE, LIFE, AND SECRETS...
"Beverly Street"
I look out the window
and see dirty clothes
strewn upon the street
where kids go to meet
and walk around
and around
and around
waiting for answers to come
They walk up and down,
and up and down
and talk of sex and life
and careers they want to hold
when they go and get old
and older
and older
waiting for death to come
And I watch them go
and look at my hands
and wonder where I'll go
and how I'll grow
and grow
and grow
when I wait for life to come
"Pleasures"
She woke up to
find a cup of tea
by her bedside and
smiled at the way
the steam had assumed
shapes and swirls that made
her feel like a child again...
"Cough Medicine"
There's something
comforting in drinking
medicine that shouldn't be drunk
shadowing memories inside
a beaten up trunk
listening to records that
spin and repeat
and thrive underneath the
early night's feet
Yes, something is to be said
about the things that speak
inside your head
alive and dead...
There's so much
beauty to be found
in the stars and the
words that are muffled
by the sound of fast cars
But the beauty you seek
doesn't sleep in your present
rather it lives in the troubles
of next week
And the plants are all dead
and every book has been read
And every soul is asleep in their bed
"Purpose"
He stared into the clock
wishing he had done
something that day instead
of cupping his hands and letting
rainwater collect inside his palms
watching it drain into nothing
He was waiting for something
to happen, but he didn't quite know
what he was waiting for...
"Love"
1 a.m. on the wall
and I hear whispers
seeping through your breath
against the sheets of color
and confusion that
line each of us in
the night's fading glory
The night creeps through the walls
and into our bodies like
memories we wish to forget,
but still grasp onto
when the moment is just right
I see your chest rise and fall
as the sea does when the
moon exposes her breast upon
the dark and uncertain fate
of humanity's birthplace
She places her trust in the knowledge
that we all feed upon her as children
and nothing short of innocence
I see your eyes flicker
like candles that, soon,
cease to shine
for its strength runs
low from constant use
I see your body run free
like a river at dawn
drawn by the wind and
blossoms of late summer
I see the world outside the window
in its repetitive heartbeat
and torturous exhaust
that trap us in the utter confinement
of our own minds
But I know, at 1:30a.m.,
you dream of freedom
and we, at 7:30 a.m.,
wake to love...
"Blue Room"
No one paid attention
to the room, unless it was
illuminated by a gentle hand
at the flick of a switch
And still, they didn't care
The room was unnoticed
by many, for they were
distracted by other things
that shone brighter
So the room was lit
every day for the girl
who could turn its light on