Flash

A flash of light in an opaque sky;
a spoonful of sugar chasing medicine;
the first vision seen through a blind man's eye;
a land prisoner's new fin;
the sweet-smelling petal left on a dead rose;
a bountiful oasis in an arid desert scene;
a lifetime insomniac's first doze;
a lost junkie's first day clean;
a memory

June 23, 1996

My Poison

If I could take what you gave me;
what you made me feel;
If I could capture the intensity,
and make it feel real;

If I could bottle it in glass,
and retain all of its whole
to take out at an impasse
or endow with, those alone,

the world would be a better place.
It would complement the good in life.
The benevolence of this case
would drown away all strife.

How I would drink it down!
Bliss would lie in intoxication;
to have fulfillment of such void
without causing others lamentation!

To complete the jigsaw puzzle,
that misses its center piece;
to always feel contentment,
and to so fully please;

If I could only bottle this passion,
all involved could win satisfaction.

*dedicated to the memory of Tequila*
June 18, 1996

Dim Dawn

I sit on the cold pavement.
I remember sitting here,
although six years ago it may be.
I remember the feelings that came over me,
but today what I smell is
dog shit.

An acrid taste in my mouth;
No joy is inhaled into my lungs.
No wonderful feeling has begun.
No whiff of magic!

Just questions
from head to heart;
when will the sadness part?

Nothing that is right feels so anymore.
I'm left knocking at serenity's door.
Tomorrow I'll be back breathing moist air.
I'd rather be anywhere!

Dawn has lost its light.

June 16, 1996

Ponderance

Isn't there one person in my life
that I know won't cause me strife?
No matter what, one to rely on;
one who will not leave me crying;
I really have to wonder
why my skies are filled with thunder.
So lost and so alone;
just no place I can call home.

June 16, 1996

Conflict

You make me feel alive,
bringing out that on which I thrive.
Gentle caress on the nape of my neck;
making every hair stand erect.

Soft nuzzle on my scalp; tight grasp of my hair;
goosebumps subsisting everywhere.
Tracing the curves of my body's frame;
even if you are just playing a game,

if you can make me feel this way,
there isn't much my head can say.
There is a why--
fate's ally.

What now will follow this?
Never even shared a kiss;
was indeed a connection made
or just round one of a continuing game?

No need to answer me.
I already see.
The force you endowed me with;
something I have grown to miss;

makes me sit back and think
as I sip from life's drink.
It makes me re-examine things.
I wonder if head or heart will win.

June 15, 1996