A Going Away

5/27/10

12:46 pm

Bay Ridge

 A Going away

On a dark grey afternoon,

Underneath the dismal skies

I stood there waiting.

And the echoes of weeping implied a going away.

A bad taste in my mouth of an inevitable departure.

Whimpering unutterably.

Its frankness appalling, insulting my wits.

As they lowered you to the ground

With you, my childhood, I bury.

A jovial nostalgia of sentimental trinkets.

The blanket I dandle.

A bed time story declaimed.

Commemorating the cuts and bruises of a joyful childhood.

The Fighter

05/24/10

1:26 pm

Bay Ridge

 The Fighter

Come out! He said.

His fists overpowering his brawny arms,

Resembling entwined twigs ready to withstand a prodigious twister.

The entrance was shut, dull, as the wood was mugged.

Clenched fists were thrown incessantly like mad hailstones.

Pounding, conquering.

If there was music, there was only disharmony

For the rhythm was inappropriately dreadful. 

He was anxious for what may arise,

But his anger threw down the gauntlet.

And as he waged war with the entryway,

A duel wasn’t imposed.

There was no uproar to strike back.

Instead, silence was given in return.

The reticence of the closed entrance seemed to triumph over his fury

Like the smell of incense on sacred grounds.

And as he rested his now fatigued and bloodied hands

He walked away surrendering,

Overcame with irony,

As if punches weren’t thrown.

Mister Critter the Writer

05/13/10

12:13 pm

Apt. 2

 Mister Critter the Writer

Hush now, listen.

The boisterous wind is robust.

The fret critter runs amuck.

The labyrinth opens wide.

It’s netting collapsing, weakness uncovered.

History is on the verge of fading away.

Stalwart ties broke free as tales of old became unlocked.

The critter coiled on brittle threads,

As they dangled feebly in the night.

Then dawn came and the wind was hushed.

The unwavering critter uncurled. 

Undeterred by destruction,

 it weaved an edifice from the ruins of tempest.

Without protest, it marched.

It toiled without question,

 no compunction.

Thread by thread, strapped and tied.

History made anew.