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Thursday
Apr182013

The Choice

Discarded like an old shoe when they found out the truth,

their bouncing baby girl wasn't exactly who they knew.

Their dirty little secret, never to be revealed,

consumed by their fears, engulfed like flames,

caught up in a forest of embarrassment,

a reality they couldn’t contain.

Turned away like a leper I silently endured

with little money in my pockets, will there ever be a cure?

For their sorrows and sadness, my choice had become,

a promise to myself a soul come undone.

I wished I was an eagle so that I can fly

to a place where I belonged, away from

ignorant eyes.

With reckless abandon I accepted this fate,

and surrounded myself like a fortress protected from hate.

I searched for kindred spirits with stories like mine,

to guide me in this life, no longer isolated inside.

What I always knew I could never explain, or even share

in my happiness, only mine to obtain.

Their daughter was in search of another lady, as herself,

an announcement they would never proclaim.

And just like that old shoe with its tattered laces,

worn soles, thrown away like yesterday’s trash, I was

threatened like a thief, don't ever tell, and don't ever ask,

to be welcomed in this home as you once were,

remember this choice you make was not ours but yours.



Thursday
Apr182013

Coffee of the Day

Waiting for my café mocha, when she walked in,

wearing a low-cut V-neck dress not cranberry, but

lighter than maraschino red. Aroused by her beauty,

I dropped my keys on the cold concrete floor.

She returned the keys to my now sweaty hands,

face reddened like a child on a roller coaster ride.

Seconds like hours drifted away, with no escape,  

caught like a thief, stealing from mom’s cookie jar.

Sudden memories of dialogue rushed to my brain

of things mom said about marrying Mr. Perfect.

But my Mr. Perfect was a lady who smelled

of lilac perfume, craving my body this day.

My lips moved without permission accepting

her bold invitation, while mom’s words kept

echoing, “there’s a first time for everything.”

My mind flustered, I promptly ignored.

I soon buried my face in this stranger’s breast,

the one with the rose tattoo neatly sketched,

the thorns dark as night, snickering in delight

wondering what exactly could my mom do?

The next day I was alone, but her perfume still lingered

in the sheets of the motel bed. I don’t recall her name,

but I remember how she felt, the breasts, the lips I kissed,

and how well my coffee tasted in the morning after.

 

Thursday
Apr182013

Epistle To Dr. Ferguson

Reluctantly I must relay to you,

disappointing news regarding Sue.

Recently she was caught ditching class,

then fighting in the bathroom, in fact.

She breaks our curfew without thought,

lingers in dorm-rooms smoking pot.

She streaks through hallways in her underwear,

forgets her books in the shower without care.

Although her grades have been exemplary,

her social graces lack maturity.

I know I promised your wife Joan,

I would care for Sue, like my own.

Regrettably I must inform you,

we are expelling Sue,

effective immediately,

today at noon!

 

Wednesday
Jan162013

In Winter

Like a blanket of pure white snow

Keeping secrets not yet known

Hiding the truth deep below, but

Will reveal in time to show

As spring melts the icy shores

Uncovering stories never told

The sun rises over slippery slopes, while

New life begins like a diary unfolds

Saturday
Apr042009

In the Moment

 

Time stood still the moment I saw you

 

My heart quickened, a passion so unreal

 

The desire growing, in that instant I knew

 

A lady with class, beauty, and sex appeal

 

The one I would surrender to

 

In her, a trust, my secrets to reveal

 

Innocently she asks, and so I’ll do

 

A word from her lips, my soul to steal