The Day In The Garden

I think of the day in the garden with you

Beyond the crumbling manor of a bygone man

And the stony gaze of archaic ladies
of flowers and grain

We passed a chair large enough

To seat all my dreams of you

To light upon a canopied bench
tucked away

Amongst the newly green
and the vibrant life
surrounding us

As all things were just budding

We were only just meeting

After knowing you forever

And I longed to see

This garden in full bloom.

Just One Note

that note that rumbles forth

when not trying to induce a

squeal

nor cry

but breath barely escaping valves

producing a low note

that's almost broken

on the verge of seeming rupture and interruption

and for that moment I imagine

musician and instrument in an intimate embrace

a singularity in one low broken note

which overwhelms me

engulfs me with sex

a primal and carnal emotion of unknown origin

as I view the world through half-lidded serenity

ecstasy  

if only for just one note

Dynamo

In the quest to attain greatness,

I have committed a most grave sin:

I failed to recognize the greatness I already possess.

I am not a broken thing to be fixed;

I am a goddamn dynamo to be reckoned with.

Black Dog

I run with a big black dog
Lost in his shadow most times
Ever present
Though he lays down
And slumbers
To allow the radiant sun
Brilliant heat
Embracing light
Shine on my face
Sometimes