in the garage

Robert’s papers were in a box
in the garage
near a make-shift table
on which were my skates
older than the child
I never had.

Still
what were they to anyone
save for him, dead,
or me, half-alive then.

I drug around these things
heavy on my heart

lost them
when the house sold

left some
behind a purpose

told them stay.

I miss my skates
I miss my brother more
I do not miss those things
that made my heart sore.

Slithey Tove

She will not go
with Grace
into her forties
but alive and kicking
dementia feigned
a trail of naked
two-headed gods
worshiped too well
with lip service
left a slumber
while she read
Jabberwock
at their feet
while she gyred
and gimbled
in their wabe.

I covet

In a dazed
sexed out stupor
in the dark
I found brief a mantra;

golden

and Frostily
as that first line
of Hinton read;

...into
the bright sunlight...

golden
Ra
gold

your flesh...

I covet.

first/last dates

It is
as much
the connection
and care
for her
as anything;
the calls
the messages
the desire.

She may lose
her lovers
to the years
but in hope
they were found
and ever
does she dream
of love.

It is
too many first/
last dates that
kill her spirit;
the cursory or
feigned connections
that stretch her thin
wear her down
whore her around.

Stan, eternal at thirty-two

We of a generation
have lost track of days

The joy in our hearts
tells you we are
ten years younger;
our passion, fifteen
years younger
than the years
would mislead you.

But look close
and you may see
little lines along the wrist
across the heel
about the eyes
a bit of weight and
a soul too heavy
with life's sorrow,
children born
children lost.

I can only say,
though we have lived
we have learned
and choose
to own the years
that they may not own us.

Ra, his way to Honoria's bed is found

Ra, his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.

And Honoria
lay
legs akimbo along his length
exhausted
as the morning slinks
between closed curtains;

no sleep or little
too many hands at work
brushing soft
against her glory wet
as she herself
tugs and moans
and the hours grey.

Oh these two that touch
desire deep
laugh and smile,
one would think…

yet Love,
sparks not profound.

Still,
amidst their search, Ra
his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.