Some Sort of Love
Modern Medicine
If happiness could be discovered
in that hole in the wall where
even non-believers are stunted
by magic,
if lasting health could just be turned
on with the flick of a switch when
modern medicine isn’t enough to give
some control to its patient,
and life closed to a cover of
glitter and diamonds we would look
at our bedrooms from all angles and be
very thorough spring cleaners.
(From “The Modern Way” 11/23/05
rev. 2/11/09)
No Sense of Time to Dwell On
fly through the air, I notice the playful
squeals in the background blur and it's
just you and me in our dirty soccer
uniforms with muddy cleats and scraped
knees and your father is
clapping for you with lessons for
you on how to fly higher and lessons
for me on how to be a kid for a while so
I own the wind as I pump until the world
is reduced to one box of tanbark, untied
shoelaces and no sense of time to dwell on.
(org. 11/23/05 rev. 2/11/09)
She Waits
Ting-A-Ling
Rain's becoming to my face, the
misty winds: a cold embrace.
Faeries ting-a-ling little bells on
the toes of little stockings. The
noise's too soft to be heard. Frost
spreads over the ivy. Ting-a-ling!
Trees dance barefoot
under piles of leaves. A
small, white paw tosses the
decayed leaves away for the toy that
would be favored anywhere. Seasons
changing. Ting-a-linging.
Rain's becoming to my face, the
misty winds: a cold embrace.
Ting-a-ling! Sprinkles of sparkles step
up to the crossing, racing frosting
forests from this juncture all the way
up to the hills.
(org. 11/12/05 rev. 2/11/09)