Long Friendships
If I know someone for a long period
Our relationship grants us a myriad
Of memories that no one sees.
These memories allow our minds to fuss
Over jokes that have long passed,
Though they shouldn’t last,
They’re still funny to us.
Over time, we’ve become closer friends,
Our beginnings and ends have stretched out.
The humanity found in a brother
Is known to each other.
It’s tempting to say your life is worth more
Than those dying for
The choice of their mother.
When I am not.
I am not ignored
until I am not,
then I am
Ignored but remembered.
Same Space
Same chair, same space,
Contemplating grace
In the same chair. Same space.
Same empty echo-ey place.
Inside, it’s the same race
To discover the same space.
The Patience of Drinking Water
Between the numbers 32 and 33,
There exists a perfect drink for me.
Mechanized ice shifts and cracks away,
Refreezing formations that won’t stay
At least not while I tap my glass
Waiting for its stick to pass
As I drink each droplet that goes
Down the cup before my nose
Is attacked by the ice age contained
In the glass I’ve drained.
Patience will quench my thirst
When a new burst
Of ice trickling calls
And a new formation falls,
But for now I’ll wait with my glass in a ring of ice sweat,
Making a circle in concrete wet.
Procrastination
These words were once from yesterday
Imagining tomorrow’s way
Of saying things I hoped to say,
But put them off until today.
Deflated Balloons
Half-filled Plastic cups…
The last one is up and drained
Long after the last guest,
Long afterwords, we rest
With our children, sugar-buzzed out and asleep.
With more to pick up and keep
our mind’s from wrestling,
but bodies rest
besting our minds
before tomorrow’s grind.
Sometimes in Letters.
If only a few words come to you,
Maybe the rest were never meant to.
The words that don’t come can do
More work than those in view.
To Hail with it
Ice pellets fell from the sky,
Which made me wonder why
On earth did God make hail.
Why did He set sail
To pinging pellets of Ice in the air
Making me stare out the window
Wondering why He had to go
And make hail.
If Necessary, Use Words
Draw me closer to you today
So that I might say
Loving words about you
In the actions that I do.
Quiet Night
Wind chimes across the street.
My feet are grinding concrete
crumbles as my sandals find their footing.
My hand slides across the page,
My pen scrapes, its tip
rolls off each lip
whispering syllables to myself.
That dog from nowhere stopped barking
as a car that was un-parking
growled away from the wind chimes across the street.
BonjourPoetry 