If I wrote your name
on a flat stone
and threw it into a field
wildflowers would grow
bees would hum
hummingbirds would glide
birds would walk a little slower
If I threw it
across a lake
it would dance
to the other side
popping each bubble
it encountered
and settle on the other shore
waiting for a return flight
If I buried it
under a black walnut tree
lava would stop
and compass point
the gibbous moon
would hide
what was left
of her face
clouds would laugh
burst and cry
All this because
your name was written
on a sun-warmed flat stone
once held in the palm
of my heart
and tossed away.
Blades Of Grass
I should have been more grass
high maintenance
watered from your loins
with tears
I should have stood in the front
rather than run with the pack
I should have drunk the sun
put down roots
but I was soylent green
a little red
lots of foolish black
I may have
missed the mark
I write this for those
hit or miss
that shot
they tried
you may never say
apology accepted
it's being a cutter
I may never apologize
after all
I was lawn.
#38
Should I coolly cascade up the stairs
and meet him.
Should I throw down our faces
and our wits
or should I not.
Should I buy the beer
and frost a heart
as one would a glass.
Should I sift the sawdust
for the diamonds that lay there.
Should my elbow be more
mahogany than bone.
Should she behind the bar
know my eyes and my limit.
Should I pass
to the rest room
flush the handled john
even though it wasn’t used.
Should I eat
with napkin folded in my lap
Should I palm the spoon.
Should I slip the peas into my sleeve.
I am afraid to smile
as I might be a crocodilian thing
and my laugh
a howl at the moon.
Will I shake his hand.
I think that I could not.
How could I be so bronze
when all my blood is hot wax
my ankles so well turned.
How might I enjoin a man
that sings a melody
I once hummed.
How should I tie my shoes
be clean as a new ass.
Oh, should I or
should I not.
How could I meet him
and not
hold her hand to long.
