Sunday, April 20, 2014

From my night in the hospital....awhile ago......


Green
sTand 
before you crawl
remember 
Your pLace
settle
into the calm
wArm
bath
pick your 
pills
let that 
sweet embrace
that over 
and the leaves 
fAll through

Sugar
That love
sweet one
push through
the blades
of grass
pull back
the eyes
of glory
and sip
slowly 
through 
an empty cup

Torch
One eye
on the cage
downward glance

The Question
Will 
or 
won't
the pressure 
stacks
sour and sore
upon the roof
of one's mouth
unanswered
cheap
and unapproved
how delicate
We wait
for kindness
to arise
short 
from the spiget

Bark
Where is God
in this lonely place
full of 
the wonder
of neglect
the promises 
we make
keep us whole

Rush
The train
rolls through
like the whisper
of an argument
hold hands
tight 
pull

Strand
We weep
when the pain
becomes too real
Christine
It will be okay
I'm right next door
feel the eyes
bare down
when all we want
is the privacy
to mourn


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