Bitter Taste

Moments counted & measured like ripe
fruits of summer. Tugging, tasting, your
kisses sweet with pulp, sour tongue, always
unfulfilled. Do the inside and the outside
of things, I am quite partial to the teasing
memories that drone in and out of what
once was us. But those days are done, do
unto yourself as many others have done,
become a memory. Become yesteryear now
that I am forever young. Never remember,
never forget what once was is now nevermore.
Be that as it may, you are still words and sweet
promises gone sour in my mouth. Rotting pulp.
Stop & don’t you ever come back to pluck me.

Dilly-Dally

Laying awake to sleep
causes fuzzy memories
to and fro to go
When my here become there
for anywhere
is my destination
or recollection
Let tomorrow be today
hereafter and neverafter
shout your words onto paper
to convince it otherwise
the ink will curdle
shade of blushing envy
bleeding through my fingers
permanent captured

Your Move

Stages and stages in all the world to which I am merely a player
Scenes of my life written in stanzas and rhyme schemes that create their own jargon and ambiguity
Strategy and mad chatterings of the imagination become different colors when you whisper clues and secrets to them
Advance a space, capture a piece, read your dialogue to the audience, fool them all with your smiles
Twist the dial to turn back time so you don't miss a thing, so you can see how the game ends