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
trees doused in solar gasoline
flaring cinematic glow
radiant crawling into eyes
and eventually the heart,
it is beyond the four day rain
so no use writing a haiku,
what will you say to moments
missed out by heaven
and only mortal seen,
air as with light has cooled
leaves and pine needles
penetrate the body,
someone will hunt a deer
stripping carcass on the ground
flies on blood crust,
crows clack and dance on branches
high,
in summer your sea washed hair
fell in curls,
now damp hung onto shoulders
as you move off the porch,
eyes with a carnivore hollering
look at those trees
axe slips in hand
thudding only in the mind
blood trail on boards
not yet dry,
those beings who creak at night
have cheated you into thinking
that cutting laughter out of a
throat was better seen than smelled
footfalls soft blue dress swish
night will crawl back into the moon
and phase out its glow,
taking with it memories
no longer imprinted
fragile in the innocence of
aftermath began to feel
that summer had gone
like an abrupt lover
and everything would be felt
with a frost
of reality
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