There are two cars
which always arrive separately
one then the other
into the dark parking
lot next to me
one driver gets out
and climbs into the
other for an hour
doing I imagine that
very same thing with
clandestine driver number two
Category: Morning
DonkeyWash
And every week
at this point
I’m taken back
to a time
when I lived
on a farm
and every morning
a donkey ran
up to me
from the hill
honking and honking
making the same
sound as my
washing machine now
a simpler time
Abstract
I think that this
morning the sky is
filled with ghosts they
stretch end to end
across the horizon ghoulish
they appear as though
purgatory took a brush
and some paint and
slapped some souls on
as though Heaven and
Hell requested an abstract
Romantic
Ssh I whisper
it’s that time
I’ll be right
back I promise
your hands reaching
but I’ve already
left the bed
can’t they wait
just this once
after slipping into
my cold clothes
I lean down
while kissing you
I say lips
to soft lips
no they can’t
and as coffee
brews cup washed
my friends begin
their dance and
their song these
things called words
BrushSoapRazor
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 