LoveOfFriends (to my firemen)

It’s only ever

After not necessarily

Happily ever after

When I awaken

To something new

Around the old

Me like an

Ice storm coating

Everything in a

Brittle tender mask

Weighing me down

And snapping things

Like heart strings

Plucked from outside

Inside making thudding

Dead sounds like

That other shoe

That I’ve been

Waiting to drop

When friends rush

In like tiny

Firemen carrying buckets

Of water to

Not douse but

Free me from

My now icy

Self taking me

Back to someplace

Safe and warm

Sans the ice

Plucking then those

Same strings making

Them sing again

Now with laughter

Thinking (to Zaire)

I think I

Think that I

Think too much

Thinking I think

That thinking this

And thinking that

I think makes

Thinking I think

Thoughtless

Where as trusting

That me untrusting

You with trusting

Me trusts that

These things that

I think that

I think thinking

Turns this thinking

Into untrusting thoughtless

Thinking I think

ThrowingSticks

I told you

Things because you

Asked and now

Like a dog

On a leash

I feel you

Pulling away seeking

Freedom let you

Go I did

But rather than

Run like a

Dog at last

Free you picked

Up my secrets

Like a stick

And brought them

Back to me

Wagging and jumping

Saying in your

Tender playful voice

Throw me another

Now I know

Why you pull

It’s not to

Run away but

Rather to retrieve

What’s meaningful to

You bringing it

Back to me

UsAsAlgebra (for Cookie)

When I think

I’m thinking you

Like a child

Flummoxed by an

Algebra assignment told

That this goes

With that I

Drift instead wondering

Do we and

Not these belong

Together because as

Teaching taught us

We do not

Yet we do

Do belong together

Then like that

Child forced to

Understand it clicks

A times B

Does equal AB

Me times you

Does equal us

When I think

Of that of

Us I smile