Petits XIII

one day you’re going to catch on

step back and pause

and know your inkling was right all along

***

tainted i agree

and stained indelibly 

as much as i do

to out its residue

it bleeds it bleeds

it seeps into my very being

***

don’t believe in me

i’ll only let you down

don’t profess your trust

i’ll fall prey to suspicious thoughts

don’t hold out your hand

i just may brush it away

don’t uphold me in any way

i just might drag you down with me

 

 

realization

I await a realization…
one that has been a long time coming

a long time waiting
to be seen for real.

I await a realization…
to slacken surprised mouths
to crease optimistic brows
and quiet delighted eyes
and see the dreams of wonder mist out.

I await a realization…
one where encounters prove as stories
and fame, all-told seeks to be untold
to be re-told
as nothing shy of the simple truth :

an imperfect realization.
 

imperfect angel

i’m watched over by an imperfect angel

what makes him human?
what makes him clay?

what makes him stay?

there are no wings
to be gained

there are no sins
to be shunned

there are no fallen
to be saved

what makes him stay?

i know
it is i
who stands in his way

and yet
i silently hope

for
another
day…