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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Sirens

Testing the tornado sirens

on a leisurely Saturday

morning and it feels like

the largest bell in the world

was struck and vibrates

across every single mile

of mid-west midland

bread basket wilderness

world. It's a feeling of

wary-tired eyes,

men in garages just

getting home from work, run

the family down into the

basement, back turned to

the pitch fork and lonesome

gas can. The car is left in

the shell of the garage, family

stuffed in a basement corner

listening to the radio.

But not now.

The sun is out, trees are

budding across a busy four

lane street that fronts our

house.

West of Iowa.

West of a greater portion

of the United States.

Further west of Nebraska, tombstone

giant desert rock

formations, long ago

upheaval enough to break

the world to pieces

and distant yawn valleys,

New Mexico in particular.

Sitting here now sunny Nebraska.

Omaha yawns awake.

Breakfast ready in rooms

of soon.

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(March 24th, 2012)

Allergies

Dirt filth congested cough

maxed out

lung

itch heave

salt-tears wet

faced.

Jelly view of all rooms

any room.

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(March 24th, 2012)