Monthly Archives: March 2013

A Religious Easter Weekend

On my back

drifting across the black sea

hand occasioning to dip and caress

the warm and inviting asphalt.

Knuckles bounce joyously inside fingerless gloves

as they stretch and interlace

the wheels beneath me creak and groan

but peacefully as they can.

Billy Collins words drift through my headset.

 

From far off, someone’s Black & Mild scent drifts into my breathing.

I am not offended, nor am I by the sounds of close cars that wash over me.

I am content with the world carrying on,

so long as I may have

this patch of tar

for myself.

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A Long-Awaited Letter that Almost Came.

I’m glad to hear from you.

It really means a lot to me.

I know you’ve had your difficulties.

She’s been in the hospital.

He’s been troublesome.

I would’ve loved to say you didn’t have to.

But now, it means the world.

Through everything else

all the rubble

of a disrupted

life style.

You till cared enough to wish me

a happy birthday.

 

Now I wish you hadn’t

because I’ve waited to hear from you

because “happy birthday” is all you said.

And I feel selfish and ashamed

for never expecting more.