And there on
A road I
Saw a candle
Lit window aflicker
After my long
Journey past empty
Houses a light
Drew me there
And a stranger
Greeted me one
That became a
Friend and lover
And that one
Simple candle has
Never gone out
Month: January 2021
AloneBed
And then now
The world asleep
The moon slides
Like coins in
A phone box
Behind late winters
Sullen clouds I
Awake to find
The bed warm
But you gone
Your cars paw
Prints scratched into
Nighttime snow fall
Trailing into darkness
And disappearing ghostedly
Into skeleton trees
As my bed
Now cools alone
Chicken (for Ali)
And there you
Stood next to
Me beer in
Hand the smoke
From the barbecue
Rising between us
Like steam locomotives
At the Bahnhof
Caught staring you
Leaned through the
Smoke kissing me
Causing me to
Ignore our dinner
Now charred and
Brittle burned chicken
Over
I tried I
Tell you I
Really did try
But you are
Like a plastic
Bag heat sealed
Impossible to open
So instead I
Grip and rip
Try to pull
And yank apart
Until you explode
A pipe bomb
Of pelting emotion
Shards and shrapnel
All over me
Making me bleed
The words it
We are over
Flame (to You)
And then there
A voice a
Wave a howdy-doo
Trailed by laughter
Like a long
Lit fuse which
Crackled and popped
And exploded causing
People to turn
You stood there
Chagrin rolling in
Like nighttime tides
The crimson bleached
Your face as
Hands cupped mouth
The immediacy of
Embarrassment is the
One single thing
That drew me
Like a moth
To your flame
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 