Ashley

Strange wind and

flags clanging flag poles,

idle gossip of snow

drifting down

out of clouds into pin drop

silence.

Last year I recall Ashley walking

through sugar white snow, her

black coat and wind blown

tangle hair like a dream.

This morning she carved our names

in a table on the back porch

as the flagpoles clanged

and traffic yawned out in

distant coils of wire

and radio tower signals..

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(January ?, 2012)

Apocalypse

These are sorted indistinguishable

                times

reported of by shades of millennialist

                   lore

and hearkened about from church

pulpits by literalists and mad fanatics.

I’ve seen death when it is kind

and when it is untimely and

            cruel.

Wheels of existence churn, gnash, roar

down here in world view,

              not sky and/or

                    sea view

                    but

lone gravity on chiseled out highways,

and further on in here,

Omaha city streets in mindful

bits of sometime-cold.

Warm winter this year.

   to be driving away into

              forever.

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(February 17th, 2012)

Magic

Tangled black hair in heap mess -

    used to run my fingers through that

black mass of hair -

    occasionally loosen the knots

    of your tension,

                smooth.

These days I’d do it more than

               occasionally.

I’d be the lust under your blankets

twist turn of fleshy shadows.

I’d be the daily reminder of all I

find beautiful in you.

I’d choose a number from a dying

felt hat and wander the lonesome

       earth to find you.

Magic in you.

please,

I can’t take it.

You take my breath away

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(December 28th, 2011)

Explosions in the sky - First breath after coma

Entanglements

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