I wanted the day to begin

I wanted the day to be something else

I wished it hard and strong

And the sentiment never left

Nor the wanting to come to cleanse

The moment filled with yesterdays

At the moment of sunrise

I wished it was setting

Turning the page of days

Into months and gloried years

Damned them, damn them

Another decade as this creature

Slain by the second ephemeral

Casting pennies into the wishing purgatory

And empty wells

41. December 1, 2012

Everything is starving quiet

In this corner of the larder

Her apron was on the dirty floor

Her bones in her grave

And the grave look grandmother gives

Makes me sad

The windows’ curtains torn

Some without décor or flare

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The Door’s open

The floor’s wet with rot

The carpet’s thread

‘s torn here and there

There is a whisper

In the corridor

From the musty shadow

Calling you home

It’s old and abandoned

But it calls you.

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Sunday tears keep falling

Sunday sorrow keeps on pouring

Monday takes it all

And we run away

We have nothing left to give you

We have nothing left to hold on to

And you see there’s not even a dream

To give away

All thoughts were pondered

There’s nothing left if you’ve wondered

It came to this we want to hold one another

And we’re too far away

We’ve left the storm

And it’s raining

Between us

There’s nothing better

We’ve left the storm

And it’s thundering

And between us

Nothing can change.

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The everyday conspires against us

Throwing battle against battle

Frozen in the tundra of our midst.

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The morning frost frozen in mid-air

Cold arctic driven from heaven

The sky opened up and let it all fall here

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The clay is frozen now

There is no more sinking

The oil turned thick

Only the bitters thin it

And old age

And his crudeness

She loves him

But would see him as

Something else

He loves her

But works to forget about it

They don’t give up much

I don’t either

It’s not the same if you have

To take it

It feels better when you receive

And it was freely given

He drives long miles

Through the cold

That gets old

The music gets stale

The news gets

Dull, broken chipped as rust

The ice up ahead

Is just a flash

From someone taking a picture

Of their wedding decades ago

He starts into a skid

Our hearts skip a beat

Trip over our breath

We are flushed

With the moment’s possibilities

He slides sideways stark

In darkness

Nausea climbs upon

One heart breaking heart beat

Upon another

It’s the dark of early morning

That pisses him off

Cause she’s snug at home

And just didn’t have a chance

The wheels hit dry pavement

There’s a tussle, vibrating

Through the nausea

And his boy next to him

Wants to ride a horse again

He wants to, pleading;

“Shut up! I’m in trouble here.” Dad replies.

To the ghost not a decade old

He smiles, dad

There is a clash of metal and plastic

Swearing against moaning pavement

The ghost is gone

The moment lingers

Being tossed in the cab

Thinking just thinking

As the world is turned

Upside down, right to left

And drained of color into the black

Gravity has left the moment

The brevity of it stretched

To prolong the imagination’s agony

The last tumble into the snow risen

Return him to a summer’s day

A moment of freedom

On this same road with her

Intimate under that July sun

And the cold returns

To prologue his condition

During the last spin and rock

Of his final journey

“Go to sleep daddy.” The boy says,

He struggles to keep his eyes open

He fights to move his fingers

He strains but there is no breath

To be taken

What was risen is now settling

And a gentle snow falls

Around the wreckage

Reverent smoke rises to heaven

A final sequel to the living and the dying

Fear has passed now

All is quiet

It’s just quiet.