father see’s a mothers red tears
embrace and hold
together as one
a son’s anger,
quick flash phosphorous
explosive and regrettable
yet change occurs
a fathers eyes,
become so different
lens of caution
draws over cornea
digging hands in pockets
remaining apart
unsure of the person
he helped create,
yesterday would not be
recovered,
it was hauled
into the dark subconscious
stored in a file
tentative regeneration
but there would be
a difference now
isolation makes me jump
into the shredding propeller of her tongue
it was Hi 8 and stereo record player
and a sense we belonged,
wiping nose on my hand
then on those jeans strained and faded,
we could make it work maybe,
her nightgown had buttons
linear nipples of distraction,
i would run
if it where not the seventeenth floor
and no closer to heaven,
her voice slowed quicker
than the snow outside,
are we done
gun still pressed in my back waistband
you look done
i felt battered beyond the cut over eye
and bloodied nose,
the projects would have heroes
i was not one of them,
failing to hold up the store
girl cashier
younger
faded blonde dye and dark roots,
i spoke and connected,
pulled a flower from the bunches
sold cheaply at the desk
and gave it to her,
a startling explosion
as manager hit me with a piece of wood,
i ran
never said goodbye
but i know who
i wanted now
does trust come from the sky
or is born in the infancy of fire
bathe in it’s shadow
and let it linger in the eye,
no incident can let it go,
dry coughs
awkward glances,
a long thread no more subtle
than saliva from a bottleneck,
to plume of exhausted breath,
open words
sore like wounds deepen,
as if caught on the ocean’s
roughest coral,
intimacy rare no longer needed,
raw pauses
neglected opening of the mouth
silence fell,
a ball of anger now the abandoned
toy in the corner,
term of arrangement sorted
it could go to court
or be sorted now,
with looks , voices and reaching
fingertips,
solving this was hard,
dissolving would be harder
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