“Our Love Cosmic”

(inspired by “Cosmic Love” by Luvleeh Poetiklocks of 2 Team ; Charlotte)

Fixed in the sky
our Sun
fire, power, and ionized gases
our orbit a desires
drawing us inside
its magnetism irresistible
illuminating the blackness
surrounding it

Your love is my Sun
my heart the Earth
at the Sun’s beckoning

93 million miles away
from me most nights

??????????a safe distance
yet keeping me warm enough
to survive

The Sun emerged
from an immense cloud
of gas and space dust
that gave rise to thousands of stars

like wounded lovers
have been searching the sky
for stars
with the same aspect

“HD 162826”

has all the properties of the Sun
yet no planets
to acolyte its power
the Sun should be careful
how it treats the gravity of devotion
of the objects locked in its orbit

“HD 162826” is lonely
all is fair in this milky way & love
though Jupiter may be larger
with more satellites
no planet absorbs the Sun’s radiation
like Earth
No planet trusts the Sun
will be exactly
where it ought be
with it’s life sustaining sunrise

“HD 162826”
is only 110 light years away
and by standards universal & those of traumatized hearts
that is not far to find a star
that would appreciate
the adoration of it’s orbits.


“From Parker to Claire”

“Mother’s Day poem written on Amtrak for my seat-mate Parker for his mother”

“Thank you”,
for your blood
for fingerprints
vision & guidance
my admiration
beyond the “common room”
of a son’s admiration

“My Mom is Cool”
like open window summer breeze
ice cold whiskey
like acceptance
like stage direction on cue to the correct aperture
parting the curtain
to uninhibited applause…

“My Mom”
is the heroes monologue in a 80’s movie
and the slow clap that follows
the first woman of her kind to rescue me from myself
love me
for myself
on this holy day to pour out praises on the women god gave us
aren’t I lucky to have you

“My Mother”
a friend of uncommon excellence
a precious favour
spilled into my blood
wouldn’t trade you
for two more of you

for you I am grateful to God,
for the accident of birth
that gave
you to me
just thought you should know…

“uncomfortable skin”

never learned
the patience of loving myself
my flaws
are megaphone mushroom clouds
never fit between the margins
always drinking & praying
each at the wrong time
My dreams belly ache
stone temple bedrock

Why would you prom dress
for a vagabond jester in track shoes?

running & hiding
lying & crying


when the incandescent star shine rests
it is always back to the underpass way
begging for forgiveness
for deliverance
full of frightened insomnia searching my worried memories
for my forgotten home…

for the “lacefront” prostitute on the “Crescent”

Her veins are cold with envy
for all the fair skinned,
“good hair” girls
the ones the boys notice

she undoes her top button
high hemline
micro mini inhibitions.
the last suitor stole her heart
with words
she is “more closer”
to giving in and giving up
the darkness tastes like darkness
she walks, curses, and spits
all that goddess
drowned out
by false pride
pantomimed pretty
playing dress up
a little girl
dressed like a women
undressed by a strangers tribute
sold her soul so long ago
she can’t remember what it ever felt like
as foreign to her grasp
as bibles and church fans
I pray for her…
she pours another drink
and moves down the train
looking for “friends”…