Paper Doll

Paper doll

he is light

skin holds a yellow

tinge, texture designed

by wasps, a rhythmic rise

and fall hurried slurried

respiratory almonds grind

aspirated madness... one breath

after the other

‘til the last.

he is nothing

in his feeble frame

state of being

he found his zen

like that of

an amber waxen

paper doll he

lays lite in these arms

contemplating, yet ponders

crinkles on a beach

the afternoon sun

dries away a life

in constituent form blows

across the sands.

WDF

Back

Back

she is snuggled in

nesting

she shifts her hips

slightly

the position found she begins

snoring

soft slow rhythmically she

flows

drawing me up a lazy

stream

a gentle dream drifts off

sleep

a jarring jolt from the

deep

awake if only somewhat

confused

at her contented sigh and ice cold

feet

WDF

Blue Note

Blue Note

to say I love

her warm presence

a yearning

yen of touch

but

asterisk mark

alluded

footnote

blue note

should this be so

 conditional

how can love

   conditionally

that love could

    conditioned

should love  be ruled

thus

WDF

April Showers

April Showers

through the door she comes
back from a trip
to town.

that special twinkle
in her eye,
when she sees...

ya,
you know the one,
lights up the room...

which allows her
to see,
exactly.

what have you...
been doing
while she was in town.

women have this thing,
about mud on kitchen floors.
all seems natural to me,

the mud on the floor,
that is
course then again i am a guy.

maybe,
if i got it
cleaned up sooner,

all she'd notice
is the rose garden,
weeded.

WDF

Sorrow

SORROW

the first day

you came into my life

was a beautiful day.

together we created

nourished

a friendship that grew.

into a love so vast.

it engulfed every aspect

of my life.

i've known with you

the greatest joy,

you have given to me

far more than I am worthy of.

i asked for your life

i asked for your being,

you said yes.

in return I have given

to you,

the greatest sorrow

you've ever known.

there is no excuse,

there is no recourse,

there is only,

sorrow.

WDF

Just to Look at Him

Just to Look at Him

so much so

   garbage

I try not to judge

I try to have understanding

found along the road

abandoned is life

so hard a choice to

difficult is a life

that is cast aside

so much offal

is it that hard

are all the bridges

burnt no other way

to go was that cross

roads to scary?

what could outweigh another

human life when does

your flesh become just

flesh of your flesh not equal

just to look at him

WDF