Charcoal on canvas
Her long straight hair
Stayed the same
While she bore wrinkles and her
Scratchy edges made
Mountain peak
Empty is the moon
While her own roams
She knows the feeling
Silently sketching
Their fears and feats

Nighttime hours
They stretch
Into our silences
To my pushing
They fill corners
They coil up in
Silent screams
Too-little-too-late apologies
For shattering masks
You always knew
I saw through.

See them through,
We’ll see them through…

For needles
Must find veins
The rage
Must be controlled
A tear
Can’t be shed
People
Shouldn’t unravel
All weaknesses
Have to be lived with

Go on – make a fist
Its the size of heart and womb
Live it out
Finger nails dig on palm

Swim in circles
Knowing the lie

The end this time
Won’t birth a beginning

I’ll follow
Follow on through
Weather and changing shapes
Lapping up on
Grey sand shore

I’ll be the romantic
I’ll be each wave
That seeps through you…

Our years
Spent where -
The moss always damp
Slick rock sides
A constant cool drizzle
Our blood been shed
This car lot
Pine hideout for secrets and cigarettes
That circle of friends
Walk towards the black bridge
Right upto to the cemetery
Get lost
In the forest
The arms of soggy sweatshirt friends
That first kiss
Fumbling along the side of neck
Leave
Like nothing ever happened…

We loan affections
And boys
The setting up
The dressing up

We revert to us then
Now and later
It’s why we are friends

Time-warped and sacred
You will always be
The most gorgeous
The most protected
The one we fail at most

To find the lace pouch
You charmed for my birthday.

Hysterical cackles,
The next-to-me table,
Snippets of “boy toys”,
“Love you”s and bitching

You and I smile
They seem familiar – these women.

This coffee mug
(Brand emblazoned)
Says so many things:
Common wardrobes
Complicated lovers
My head in your lap
You trigger us crying
Hold each other to stop
Laugh and a hug
Oh yeah! we hate this…

Lost your way
Walk on by
Tired feet
Words can be said
Feelings are lyrics
Sleep – that seldom escape.

Heavy afternoon,
People’s feet populate,
Room and the horizon…

Sleep comes, so
Droops – ears, cheeks and
That doggie smile…

Dreams of a young
Reckless pup -
They kick around.