Safe Novelty

Forlorn are the ones

Who wanted to be different

Only to stand apart

So that they were ushered in

More closely.

Not left to find their own way.

Only different to be attractive.

Only different to be a safe novelty.

One that catches the eye,

But is bought all the same.

Not left on the shelf as

Just too raw…too bizarre…maybe broken…maybe just too wrong.

 it lies there listless.

Realizing it wanted the very same things…

But just

From someone who could understand.

Where does the weary wind go?

Where does the weary wind go?

it seeps into the hearts
of the woed….

there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.

it blinds the eyes
that see no future.

it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.

its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.

 

lit/unlit

Darling, i see you face
like a burst of brilliance in the dark
flashing too bright
like a light bulb
before going out

Darling, your beautiful smile
minutely persists
like a streak of white smoke in the dark
a short-lived
glow-hazy flicker
of memory

whatever will i do
when all that remains
is a littered unlit place
spent matchsticks scattered
in the cavernous
confines of my mind?

harmless

harmless aren’t i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle…moreso a reflection of every other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon me
do i not seem not here?
intangled within my own yearning-keening-dreamings and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first…