passages
1.>>i walk atop>>brown boards
old and creaking>>whispered winds
tell me>>old friends passage
water sweeps across>>morning tide
you were there>>sweet as summer
finding clouds drifting>>from simple tides
little crabs clamber>>jetty rocks statuaries
i walk atop>>creaking embers
each step a triumph>>as i move through
basking in glory>>midday sun
boats on the bay>>glide gentle across sullen seas
an old friend>>not forgotten
words shared echoes in lamplight>>clanging halyards
i walk atop>>a stone wall
sun in my hair>>wind in my teeth
watch for the setting>>you are gone
lost in a tangle of blue-red>>memory
gone from the present>>yet buried in no past
2.>>it’s been thirty-six years now
since i last touched>>your smile
my eyes drifting back
so slow in>>recollection
so timid>>in response
i see you and your yellow hair
that purple dress, like easter
like summer
life memories scattered around
only to surface when i smell the sand
that first touch>>a lingering smile
a first kiss as tragic as exotic
that first moment lives even now
3.>>two years ago
ages ended>>forever began
you stepped>>light across
a threshold of sand and smiled
we said little but did everything
words washed away>>sins of collected pasts
dark room>>cooled from a buzzing a/c
you held onto me
a beautiful gargoyle>>luminescent eyes
watching>>protecting>>offering
your delicate touch destroyed
spreading sorrow
reached in
and offered me hope
- Jack Henry
(added 11.19.08)
if
if i could only write
or dream
or empty the sand
from my vans tennis shoes
the ones with the holes
in the toes
and the souls worn down
if i could only taste
the bitter fruit,
find flavor deep in
the belly of east coast
castles
i rise each day
tie myself
to the chain
my hands thick on the keys
punching holes
in memories
and telepathic
heart murmurs
nothing seems to stick
falling from the page
ready for the dustpan
random thoughts
scattered with the offal
of a disinterested life
i browse and peruse
wander through the sticky pages
wonder what my next thought
will be but know
before words drool from
my lips
if i could rise above
where i stand, where i scream
my head bloodied
from a tireless pursuit
i shot all the sheep out
of fear of the wolf
if i could cross the line
hold her heart, or her hand
if i could speak the truth
perhaps i would
(then again…)
if i could only know
before knowing
see through my blindness
- Jack Henry
(added 07.15.08)
crimes w/in a passion
i melt all my fears w/trembling hands,
past visions spiral up toward an ambivalent sun,
vapor trails trickle across asphalt roads divided by barrier teeth
she never offered love, only pornography
and taunts to raise my cock, her lying smile
leads me ashore to jagged rocks, my throat cut,
blood rivers fill ponds of dying fish
left alone w/blue veins filled w/salt,
my hungry teases ambitious thoughts, signs
in Arabic caution my progress but i left
reality well before i found you
wicked winds gentle across backlit stars,
my timing suffers from malnutrition and i
think for a moment, perhaps she meant me
- Jack Henry
(added 07.15.08)
summer’s here
summer’s here
we passed through spring
stormtroopers march on Washington
i pray the lord my soul
to keep
when angry suns
come home
- Jack Henry
(added 07.15.08) |
