Friday, January 30, 2009

Tranquility's torture

DEATH
they finally uttered.
You are fluttering
between worlds,
in limbo with time
as we know it.

At least you're sober,
you tell me before
checking-in.

I wait at your bedside
finally at peace with
who you were as a person,
as a father,
as a friend,
and as my mentor.

I only wish you
would have known
what life might have
been like without
addiction. . .

Sweet Dreams

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Charmer


A memory of you
slid into my dream
last night.

Like a venomless snake,
you slithered past my heart
to terrify me without leaving
a mark.


I stretched my fingertips
to that beautiful mouth,
but found myself clawing
at those charming fangs instead.

Paralyzed, I waited until the
fear transpired and reached
up to kiss you, when suddenly:

the alarm ripped my eyes awake.