Half-lit Cigarette

Last night i painted the cat blue
cooked and ate it for supper
It tasted like the half-lit cigarette
I left burning in the ash tray
The ashes just weren't falling right
and i lost interest in a conversation
He was having with the rust recliner

He began to run around the recliner
screaming about people that talked
to him as if he were styrofoam
The clock has made me work three sets of ten.
Four shifts are worse than five.
I am o.k.
The rest of you are not.

His eyes glaze over
his running too much for him
He is not okay
I hope he collapses soon
I have no real interest
I cough up a hairball
and re-light my cigarette

Fool's Eating Strawberries

With you
it's like eating fresh strawberries
outside in warm summer rain
sheltered by cedar limbs

I look into the deep brown shadows
of your eyes
Where i find myself
For a moment i can't breathe

I am not uncomfortable
nor terrified
it felt rather like slipping

under an electric blanket
on a feather mattress
After having slept a lifetime
on concrete

I am reminded of green grass
and dry spots under trees during rainstorms
Here we are fools eating strawberries
Juice dripping down our chins

Poised on a Beige Couch

I was not shaken
when i walked in on the two
His head in her lap
a child with his mother

I flashbacked to a red car
where the same boy a week ago
spilled caramel words of commitment
that melted like cotton candy

To keep his cold burgundy secret
I asked for a cigarette
She handed me one for his lack
and a lighter to produce the smoke and ash

That should have been me
poised on a beige couch
protecting him against the world
My laughter creaks with the porchsteps

Phantom Lover

You asked me how i knew i loved you
i lied and told you
i just knew

Afraid you might not understand
the feel of an unused room
Empty, at the loss of you

The power and will of words
i fought not to say
With the speed and sweaty

strength, of fresh horses
charging at dawn
They escaped

The excitable dread of unreturned feeling
The realization of unattainable you
The perfect glass water surface

scattered by a skipping stone
the empty unused room
by a phantom disowned

Happiness


Burgundy wine, languid and heady
Clove scented smoke tendrils
trailing through steady fingers
Emerald green velvet covering goose down
72 degrees
Black untired midnight spattered with Pleiades<> Nostalgia reborn

E-mail me at celtmoon@webtv.net.

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