sappy

I thought I would miss her all the time




that every little turn of my day would have something

missing



until i realized that she'd been gone a long time already



making a polite effort to try and love me



and suddenly the half-assed reassurances she'd offered

started itching



I try and wash but it's like tree sap



When I figure out what will remove it,

I'll keep a supply of it on hand



for occasions like this.

the piano

I find it easier each day


not to wonder

what you want me to do with the piano.



I put your pillow away in the closet

and have decided to ignore your gardening clothes

outside the back door



I wish your car wasn't such a bright yellow

and that seeing you drive down the road didn't

set me back a day every time



There are moments lately

where I genuinely wish you well and

hope you find peace



But they don't last very long.

the tree

There is a hole in my yard


where a beautiful tree once grew

'til an ill wind tore it up by the root



I've spent much time

at the hole,and lamenting

the fruit that never got to ripen



It is the nature of holes

to slough in over time

leaving only a small

depression

I think I will plant flowers in it.

the artist

Larry Bayard October 20, 2009 at 6:34pm


I am a blank canvas

again, today-

I stare fixedly

at the brush she holds

her palette rife

with pain

blacks and greys of every tint

she covers me with broad strokes-

unfinished

I am stacked with the others

wan dream

I've walked thousands of miles


in my dreams

just to glimpse her

smiling . . .

afraid to say hello

afraid she would see me . . .

so close, I have been so close . . .

her surpise

always wakes me

Baba says:

"May that which I give to you as joy, never be needed for understanding."~~Baba Rhum Rhaizin~~

remember

“Remember when the best thing I could think of was you thinking of me? Remember when I would whisper your name until I fell asleep? Do you remember me?”

desperado

I asked to come by


She said “no, I have to feng shue my inner child’s room.”

Oh, for a simpler time

when they simply had to wash thier hair

But then, I probly would have asked

“can I come over and we can wash our hair together?”

I wish desperado meant desperate

I could call myself desperado

I’d much rather think of myself

that way.

I stood in front
of the mirror
for hours

Afraid to be alone
Afraid to be alone

do you know
that
feeling?

Prolly not.

"A friend is someone who knows the song of your soul and sings it back to you when you have forgotten the words."~~Julie Morley~~