There are certain
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too
Category: Affection
TreeVsLeaf
It’s funny now
that I think
about my life
how people admire
my own wanderlust
and my freedom
to just go
but there’s something
to be said
for being the
tree rather than
the rolling leaf
oh sure being
a leaf has
its good days
but having been
everywhere often means
having been nowhere
really really nowhere
that means anything
but being a
tree means being
somewhere somewhere forever
and that somewhere
is always there
Relationship
And then there’s
eyesight and then
there is vision
one imagines while
the other creates
I imagined you
and you in
turn created us
And that one
beach day I
imagined a city
made of sand
and while I
sat in shade
you baked in
sun building it
this is what
a relationship is
and neither one
of us is
ever less but
rather effortlessly slide
between being the
painter and painting
Stuff
It’s coming
it’s coming
the sunrise
night sky
sleepily opens
like your
eyes arms
and as
day starts
night stops
and this
becomes stuff
dreams make
Later
What to write
what to write
when there’s nothing
left to say
when nothing inspires
me sitting here
finally admitting my
lack of passion
I stumble back
into the bedroom
lift the covers
pulling you close
now the match
has been struck
igniting my flame
rats
if only my
typewriter could fit
in the bed
later my friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 