Hugs and ice cream

Hugs and ice cream

cure the ills of the very young

or the young at heart, not needing much,

just caring and simple pleasures

cold melting chocolate, slippery sweetness

on the tongue.

My tongue is dry and heavy

the weight of unscreamed words

choking me into silence.

I’m not happy and

I don’t know why. The magic

has slipped out of my grasp

and I miss it. I miss being

the center of a tipping universe.

Now I barely make a ripple

and I’m starting to hate

my little pond.

I don’t blame you

You’ve deserted me at last

empty bars on the counter screen

empty echoes of broken ley lines

that used to flow, vibrant and thrumming.

I can’t feel them anymore.

I can barely remember

why I ever cared.

So I don’t blame you for

moving on, leaving no trace

of who you once were,

my devoted one. I’m 

just so boring now, and there’s

nothing more to see

here.

Thankful, 2016

I am thankful for adversity.
For evil so naked
it gives me strength to fight,
exhausted as I am.

I am thankful for allies.
For surprising support from
unexpected places,
rising from the wreckage.

I am thankful for sight.
For all media, all recordings, all
memories immortalized and broadcast,
so we can truly see.

I am thankful for love.
For brothers and sisters of all kinds,
lifting each other up to
reach the unattainable.

And I am thankful for you.
For sharing this journey
and for always striving
to walk in the light.

Shock

There’s the earthquake

The sense that history has shifted and

Something terrible has gone terribly

Wrong and what didn’t I do, what

Didn’t we all do to stop it? To stop

The idiot assholes from taking over

Our country in their insane quest to win?

You’ve won now, all right. 

You have what you wished for.

But fuck you if you think we’ll ever

Give you what you want –

You’ll never have our respect  

And you’ll never represent America.

You’re still a joke, riding the shoulders

Of morons.

Without Asking

You don’t have to ask.
I’ve already forgiven
what you did, many

Years ago, fading
deep misty subconscious fears
of throwing open

The bright burning
connection that should stay closed
or I might just go

Mad with too much heart
too much of everything turned
to scorched, ruined ash.

I like my life now.
So I forgive you, truly.
And leave you behind.