DARLING LAST TIME

remember fireflies and timbers crackling and separating in the fall the myriad ways you acknowledged that I was the most beautiful one of them all a summer mystery superseding any doomsday forthcoming for we wrapped ourselves up in weightless bubbles enchanting sea-salts and fruitful, fragrant soap silky bodies glistening within languid aftermath lounging freely were desirous days misconstrued dear attitudes never to improve your lustful countenance full of glitz and glamour dripping off you is rainwater discouraging mosquitoes from basking in your glow

I MENTION THIS BECAUSE

I mention this because he was so good for me he was the sun draped over my body he was every dream enlivening me to go on but maybe sometimes I have to let it go presuming he couldn’t have loved as much as I’ve had for I could never have walked away I mention this because he was my haven my only dream I had thrown myself at him as I’ve had so many times before and as the wind turns to heartache I slip away into nothingness these haunting dreams of him I mention this because I am unable to sleep or eat and the night drones on effortlessly my tired body flushed of all emotion tears like the river seem unending but I know this devastating hurt will slip away eventually and maybe he has left me hurt and unassuming but his memory cannot be washed away for this was to become my fate all along

CUT AND PASTE

wasn’t she luscious with her slimming, gripping thighs leaking gray courage from her throaty laugh a vestibule of careening confidence which slickens the sidewalks with dirty stilettos a mockery of all women a gripping insincerity wanting courage to disagree the bangles on her wrists confirm true suspicion as he reacts with revulsion and glee in smoky, carnivorous taverns couples glow within midnight wandering upon glittering nightlife and fashioned for all those to see the wasted monument of adulterated hope and the onslaught of erratic disapproval cigarettes dangle from overflowing ashtrays recapture the fervent pitch which seeps out of her control her stockings are slashed and her generosity ripped away as reclining bucket seats sway waiting for the red flag to be raised and subtly lowered the race has just begun suspended within cruel, country air are nighttimes of sheer frivolities and in time she will be reassigned to another with pockets of bulging trivialities

CLOTHESLINE

wrung out and hung to dry on a clothesline made out of twine joined together are slinky kinds of fabric whispers of scarves and lacy shawls knitted as meandering fate withdraws ratty tee-shirts and worn sweatpants hang onto the other side of spring summer has raised its hands in mock salute always crying over something drip and dry the fluff cycle reappears tucking and folding static has come calling to try and suture these garments evolving raise your head and hold it up high regroup and decide whether layers of sweaters will forfeit their favorite weather initiate the truth and settle the blame on whoever made the stains big rings of dirt have settled into a wide girth a misdemeanor ready for the dry cleaners