time limit

i have thirty minutes
to tell you
how much i miss you

before you lose patience
with me

i have thirty minutes
to tell you
how special you are

before you toss the phone
into the air

scream that silent scream
that i always hear with
my heart

and come back again
with that sickeningly sweet
voice

polite in phone language
but
devoid of feeling

tracing down
the middle of the road

to the darkness
i find you in
my dreams

thirty minutes
isn't enough
to remember

what you are to me

but then
how much time
does it take

to trace the rest
of your insanity?

(time)

just another rain

i used to think
all i needed

was a tent
the rain

and you

but now i don't want
to impose my sadness
upon you

all the stops and starts
that happen in conversation

one moment sun,
one moment intense despair

the other doritos

i know
i can fake-smile through
all that surrounds

but you've found
that can't be the truth

for you

and all that's left
could be stuffed into the corner
of a tiny zipper bag
in a mangled backpack

well traveled
never coming back
to what it was

or what could 
have been

(send)

siren no more

i get the fish
for you and i

and we eat
side by side

at night you purr
and the sound
calms me

it supersedes the roar
of the waves

which endlessly cry
and always plagues

it makes me think
no one is near

and i fear whatever
calls me to sing

will start again
the moment you stop
purring

so i get the fish
for you and i

and dine in peace
both day and nigh

so glad to my heart
i am
for thee

(free)

poetic difficulties

erase

and walk

write

and stand still

try to form 

the words that 

make something

out of nothing

the last time

i saw you

it was through a curtain

of tears

an out of focus view

of what you were

ages ago

each time i start

and stop this

i think of something

new to lament

best stop here

(go)

trio of bears

1
you once known as bear
has become a force to me
that strengthens my heart

2
did you ever see
or did you sit in the dark
waiting for a sound?

3
i don't realize
how painful the waiting is
'til i see your face

nothing

he's not going to tell you
what you want to hear

that your eyes
are a chocolate river
that flows sweetness
to his heart

that your hair
is a growing madness
that his fingers
can't help but touch

that your face
defied any darkness
in its sunny disposition

that your song
is the only harmony
that calms his indecision

no, he's not going to tell you
what you want to hear

but when you fear
he'll be there

not saying anything
but calmly waiting
by

(sigh)

sad songs

she played
the sad songs
over and over again

cluing me in
on the rain clouds
within

deep inside her heart

she seldom spoke
when she played the
mellow keys

but often sang
when the memories
overtook her

you never heard
such a rousting version
of walk forward
eileen

or the polka version
of tread softly on
sunshine

the lines form gently
upon her face

tracing each pain

but she still sounds the same

even if all
the songs are sad

(had)