VOID

I will fill the void you left with something else
Fill the void with merriment and revelry
Merriment and maybe tv, if no one thinks of me
If no one thinks I’m worth a shot
I’m worth a shot right through the heart
Right through the silence in my room
The silence in things we assume
Things we assume about each other go wrong
I’ve got it wrong, dude, I know that song
But I know that songs keep me here
Keep me here and feeling SO much
Feeling so much love with nowhere to go
Nowhere, no one to take my joy inside
Taking my joy and leaving it to rust outside
Leaving it to them, I’d be floundering
I’d be fonder if we were encountering
We were encountering understanding of humanity, I thought
And I understand humanity has a way of getting lost
Getting lost in safeguarding themselves, then will pose as trolls
Safeguarding themselves with gossip for fools
For foolsake I even liked those girls
Like those girls, I’ve been torn down
I’ve been torn between forgiveness and doubt
And I doubt much will change with this poem
Much will change when we don’t have room left in that void
We don’t have room for cruelty and fortresses
Cruelty that forces us to hide from those that hurt us
Hide from the hurt that comes from letting anything in
I’m letting in all the wash of feelings
The wash that fills my void with suds and love
My void is brimming with so much
With so much of what could be
What could be nicer is if we had lunch
If we had time to listen to the hiss of air leaving that empty pit
Leaving that empty pit full, like a fruit basket
Full like a well fed beast who is content to dream
I’m content to dream this space to it’s brim
This space will be served until then
Until then, think about self-preservation,
But be selfless in your reservations

No one should feel empty
Hug somebody soon

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Published in: on January 28, 2019 at 1:57 am  Leave a Comment  
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Scheduled Solitude

You guys are doing a good job of leaving me alone
There’s a code for those that know
You only give to the ones that show
And, oh, how quiet it’s grown

The rsvps unanswered
The promises, then the cancels
All appointments go in pencil
I feel so reprehensible

If I count on those that are accountable
The sum would come to doubtible
The deficits are insurmountable
For good friends are just not bountiful

We are made to feel rejected
If no human contact is inflected
But what if I elected
my time, my own,
To embrace introspection?

Here am I at the ready!
I am punctual. I am steady
It’s hard to be regretting
Having a good friend in myself

Published in: on August 5, 2015 at 12:03 pm  Comments (1)  
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Yellow glow

You look like winter’s cold, dark night,
manicured ice lawn,
round boxwoods,
shoveled walk
porch light off.
 
Yet I can see the warm yellow glow
on the windows
of your soul
  
I wipe the fogged windows to peek
at the cozy interior
your Id dining on roast chicken and wine,
alone.
And I want in.
   
Wringing my hands,
I pace,
pondering the most appropriate knock.
I could beat on the door.
Too abrupt?
I could ring the bell.
Too formal?
I could tap in the rhythm that lets you know it’s a friend.
Am I that close?
I spell my care with a pebble to the window.
 
And then at last I hear
an infinity of unlocking.
 
I don’t think you’ll let me in,
but I know you’re curious who came
even if you plan to send them away.
If you were so private,
your lights would be shut off,
shades drawn,
doorbell unwired
walk unshoveled.
 
But I see you now,
behind that screen.
If I tell you
how I’m shivering,
how I can’t feel my toes
how I’m gonna die out here,
maybe you’ll invite me in.
  
I want your fire.
Published in: on March 9, 2011 at 12:22 am  Comments (1)  
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