Morning Likeness

You couldn’t stop breathing for me.
On the night I couldn’t sleep
You lay there, and my embittered mouth
Cursed you, flickering lips in the darkness
Hissing, snakelike into the quiet.

When you wake to find me
Hungover from sweating next to you all night,
I hate the redness of your cheeks
And your hair, bed blown into mocking tornadoes
Above your ears.

Oh solvent mystery so probing
Oh you hideous spider!
Anansi, mocking my loathing
In your malicious way.
With a perfect smile
Held between black lips.

Your morning voice,
You unmemorized helplessness,
They plague my heartskin,
And with a virus like sigh,
I am forced to lace you with my love.
Coming from the rising east,
Rushing to my garnet lips
And brushing out your eyebrows with crimson.

Small Regrets

Why is this crafty long shadowed
Deception available to the
open mouth that lives inside our heads
alongside those spongy cerebral pillows?

What a disaster of latent whims
And intact insticts which somehow
Know the perfect moment
To be born.

These babies have no control.
They reproduce into
Evil alter egos and satanic twins.
Turning us into a joke.

And we wonder,
“What made me do that?”

Baby, it was you.
You made you.

You squared that equation
And produced a regret.

This Savory Past

Calm the musty horizons.
The journey is long,
And requires a ready eye,
And a slowly turning wheel.
Carry us away,
Rushing half brained
into the constance of memory.

It’s as if these moments happened
In long forgotten dreams,
In tinsel covered places,
In blurry populous forests.

The country.
The faded roads,
The dirt that coats everything,
The constant state of chaos.
Day old portions of casserole,
A conspicuous number of too old
Vehicles, no longer of any use.

This is familiar too,
Reeking of nostalgia
Causing a creeping viral smile to
Wash me in melancholy.

I will never be back there.
I can never do that again.
Never, never, never.
It echoes like a ghostly pebble
In an abandoned warehouse.

Tell me the answer,
All seeing eyes of trees that have stood
long before I did in this country place.
Savor with me the bygone moments,
Be my haven against the chill of time passing,
Against the ruckus of moments lost.

Teach me to savor the taste in the air
And not to forget its intricacies.
Teach me to remember the look
Of the wind in the water,
Teach me to immortalize
These waking dreams,
And lead me on to Mecca.