Like a dog
whose still waiting
for the boy
on the bus
to arrive home
so I sit
not only waiting
for the words
but also love
with each passing
sound or hello
I begin wagging
but remain watching
now wholly uncertain
if wait wait
no just another
wanting something else
and just another
car oh well
so I sit
waiting for Timmy
Category: Creativity
Buckle
I recently bought
a new belt
and the sound
that the buckle
made as it
was loosened flooded
my mind with
memories and then
I remembered why
because the first
time you and
I were together
yours reminded me
of sleigh bells
heralding a present
that I was
about to unwrap
Takeoff
At long last
I have pulled
myself together having
started with one
thread and following
it and unraveling
that which I
wore to protect
and now standing
naked I see
for the first
time just who
God did then
long before I
ever knew this
Nightmare
I dreamt again
about devious things
treacherous things seen
and even unseen
and as I
turned each page
of my nightmares
the manipulation grew
to the point
that I forced
myself to awaken
and recognize the
reality of you
why then in
dreams do you
disappear when in
fact it was
in one where
I found you
perhaps it’s because
dreams miss you
VeryJazz
There is just
something about jazz
right before the
night breaks into
the day the
snare of your
heart beating slowly
the cymbals of
your eyes as
they slowly open
the bass of
your tummy as
it rises falls
and those smooth
piano keys of
your ribs which
emit a squeal
when played upon
you are my
very own very
early very jazz
