Soul Stories

July 08, 2010

like a good boy scout i am always prepared

On Saturday, I discovered your greatness. On Wednesday, I mythologized sharing you with the world. The day before Wednesday—the one they call Tuesday—i’d planned only how to share the world with you.  A one-on-one creation; a future all planned out.

i’m sorry, you know
sorry to our pairing about the slipping that falls into me.

it is terror, my closest dear: The terror and horror that fall from the sky
Tetrixing their rainbow blocks and snuggling into my nooks and crannys. Those are the sins
convincing me.

knocking me row by row.

it is Friday, now. And I’ve let you go.
Five times a day, I release you,

just in case the just in case comes;
just in case
Love skips up,
tap taps its gangly fingers
on our bolted
front door,
smiles slyly and says, “I’m here to knock off your socks.”

April 27, 2010

Early Indications

Restless soul,

‘bout time you stirred.

Difficult, your exposure, no closure to unify.

Twinging fragments in broke-winged voices,

beady eyed, suspicious

ground-hog popping out to…

see.

Is it safe, yet?

Is it safe, yet?

Has everyone else gone home?