the magician

it was too late
when I found out
she was made all out of
detonators & plastic explosives
and that I had held her
too close 
for too long
now 
I find myself blown 
into bits
left picking up 
scattered pieces
& holding my heart
in disengaged hands
here is only a ghost 
of a former 
self
nothing
but a trick 
for the eyes
projected thru 
this deep fog
with smoke 
& mirrors.

Airing Dirty Laundry

Originally published Saturday, 26 July 2003

i feel wrung-out like a wet rag
would you take my soul too?
and what happens when a wet rag is left to dry in the sun?
twisted & deformed
full of new wrinkles

i thought this was the start of a new life
is this how new life feels?
tight & stiff
uncomfortable?

i could go anywhere
do anything
erase it all and start over
decide to start over from here
take what i want and leave the rest

like picking fruit from a tree..
Nearer My G_d to Thee
revelling in reverie..
opening my eyes to see
being where i am to be..

wash
rinse
and lay flat to dry

2nd Migration - First Familiar

Originally published Saturday, 1 January 2005

Sadness now my former lover pulls me into her and floods my heart with tears warm and wet her kiss consumes me