Today refused
Today refused. the sink full. refused the audible complaints. crows impatient for scraps and fat as if they knew soft Cabernet rib eye steaks ten p.m. alone with sci-fi DVD’s. X-file memory lingered now angularly my pre-coffee kitchen receipt as if the same sun graced us together amazing our way through un-pathed reservoir tall red pines every inch a carpet worth laying down on. What if you were here now? What if just like I remembered you were here now. But no, not this now, this now I am afraid of, rather our now or our own now of then; smoking popping dropping snorting drinking now both hands full both high school bodies, twenty, twenty one year old bodies wild full dancing midnight at the park and swallowed whole each other’s dark. .so found our way and sandy sheltered on the shore when pale into orange wore purple phantom clouds gone into a pale yellow walk me home alone dawn. Across the other kitchen table of my mother’s somehow even I explained in some way that all she did was make me tea and told me take it with me up to bed.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Long slender
Long slender limbs her idle eyes, words becoming fact, dozing across duvet white sunlight curtain-less and strong fingers still and holding to dreams as if tiny birds hatched still needing heat but gently now. What secrets ceilings hold. How many mysteries mere fact and how often do I stare contemplation of such fates and figures as if study would inspire Rosetta cracked and peeling tiles, egg shell spidered nicotine tinge smoke detector plain brass empty fixtures of sometimes light translations plain revealed. Now though stretch deep breath toss and turn our own movements added to mute hieroglyphs we make our way inevitably towards check out time. Our words the language of coffee pleasant in botanical porcelain. Our contact smooth occasional sweet and creamy sign, an easy jumble warm linen bedding healed from room service interrupt-us our coffee mouths roll sure certain syllables across around, up and down knowing days like this like any other made and mandated to be spent. How nice to do so thoughtless. Some rooms though, I will not surrender keys to easily.
Monday, February 20, 2012