The Lone Kid

Rubber soles slapped against
The wet pavement, the car engines buzzing
On top of the muffled voices bouncing
Off the walls, in the shop
A lone kid watching the people
Passing by, carrying bags and screaming
At each other as they climb
Their vehicles, he watches.

The lone kid in midday sits atop
A high chair watching the small
Window, looking out for strangers that happen
By the shop, asking for a light and if lucky,
A stick with it or a bottle of gin that is too heavy
For the lone kid to carry with
One hand as he shoots it through
The small window, and he waits.

By twilight the lone kid feels
The hunger he ignored all day, sitting
Among all the snacks he cannot touch
For he has not a dime in his pocket
Filled with holes.

Sharp Knocks

Looking out the bedroom door, no, window
Or both, but I see nothing- and everything at once.
No reason, no clue, no knowledge, nothing
But remorse, and questions spilling, spilling, spilling out onto the glass coffee
Table stained with fingerprints and dried alcohol-
                              I once sipped and drank and gulped and downed and,
Then light.

               As I wake up with my insides turning inside out
Turning insides and around and around inside,
I see silence. Or was it water? Transparent it flows inside
Out. Out the bedroom…
Door, no, window. Seeing nothing but feeling,
Nothing. The sharp knives on the small of your spine,
As I feel it on mine,
Or the pin-prick whispers of the pines
Outside the window,
Seeing nothing.
Then light.

A sharp knock, knock, knockknockknock as they clamor to
See what you’re seeing outside the window, seeing
Nothing, but they say there in shadows
Of your imagination, a dark
Nothing only they can describe to you, not seeing.
But feeling.
Then light.

Rapture of the Peasants

You are a coward
You who hide behind the castle curtains
You who cower beneath the master’s bed
You who tremble inside the queen’s closet
You who clean up after the princes’ mess

You are ignorant
You who disown the riches of this realm
You who deny the wishes of the king
You who reject the gold of the noble
You who refuse the promise of the land

You will conquer all
You who see through the royals’ transgressions
You who demand the birthright of the poor
You who ask for none less than what’s deserved
You who lead all the brave and all the wise

You are a coward and you are ignorant


I hope you know ―

The stars crash with the mantle of the skies
With every blink that you send rushing
Through the space between us and the moon
Shining a little more brightly every time
You speak with tongues in flames
With passion and pain combined between sheets
Your tears have woven something divine
Amidst your disbelief and confusion
When in the darkest places; yet,

What I see ―

Your desire burning through
The marble façade, so delicate and distant
From your doubts resonating through
Every click your heels make on the pavement
Of that lonely Thursday afternoon alone
Among people who appreciate your laughter
Against the deafness where your cries fall
Somber and longing but standing there
Every time you do not realize;

When I see ―

The power rushing through the glades
Dancing leaves menacing the garden of distrust
Planted in the backyard of your dreams
Hoping that your nightmares won’t find the place
Your waking hour lies when you sow seeds
With love and happiness through the wind
Carrying your strength and frailty
In a single whoosh, then you will see;
A single rose bloomed from the bare tiles
Wondering where such beauty formed
From the skies above and glades beneath
A single whisper above the tyranny of your fears;


I hope you know what I see when I see you.