I wuz here

I wuz here

We declare

to anyone who will notice

bathroom stalls

wooden tables

concrete walls

The human race will know us

the countless millions

common, ordinary, normal

people

We want you all to know:

I existed, once.

In case no one noticed

I was here.

One of Those Days

My sides stick to me.

I can't unglue my skin

and clothing has me trapped.

My tongue sticks to the roof

of my mouth and speaking tingles.

I try to shift, but my body has limits

and it refuses to expand.

There is no comfort in myself

and mirrors laugh, using my face.

My skin is not my own

but I have nowhere else to go.

Inside Love

Inside love, you strive to find

humans uncovered, gentle sighs;

instead, leaves of vanity elude you,

opening underneath.

But here, understand:

Greatness, slippery, imbues love

in hearts,

not readily forsaken.

Inspired, lilting over veils enhanced,

your own understands:

here uphold grief, sadness;

here unearth grace, significance.

Within

Abandoning the thoughts within

so the feelings will not show.

Time to take a stand, defend

the things I wish to know.

Forever in the muddied darkness,

I hear it calling true

beyond the doors the world would keep

to find my soul anew.

No more of taunting, deadened eyes

and watchful, bony grins;

no more of hearing myself lie

to know no more within.

Waiting by the Sea

Her hair is made of saffron silk

and sand is in her song.

Her laughter rings with morning's birds

and I'll be there ere-long.

I live among the memories--

she dances with the waves.

I sit; I wait so patiently

and know I must be brave.

My darling, how I miss you still

but know I'll see you soon.

I feel this old heart slowing down

and then--oh, and then

           we'll fly together to the moon.

Animal

Another way of looking,

no better way to go

in the midst of darkness falling

more here than you can know.

again, I see hearts pounding

like my footprints through the snow.

Angel

There's an angel up above

looking down at me:

she smiles oh-so-sweetly

from her perch upon the tree.

Nowhere else to wander,

I stand and gaze above

she swings her legs with childish glee:

an angel truly made of love.

Dance Contest

A slip of the tongue

and she stumbles

to the pavement

as her universe rumbles,

growling, beneath her feet

Her sole interest divided:

it cracks, lets the good times

seep through and bruise.

Dancing is no crime,

but now she feels defeat.

The contest is over--

stupid old shoes.

Gray Film

A gray film floats on top

Resting, awaiting its judgment day.

Its essence gurgles as a light breeze

  thrills it across the water;

It jumps in surprise when a fish

  nips at it from below.

It doesn't know where it came from,

  but it's happy.

In the sun, it almost glimmers

  --almost beautiful

In the shade, it's barely there

  --almost belongs.

Ingrained in the film,

there's a moment

Entranced by the film,

I am there.