Winemaker - 11/15/19

 

It was like a chimney that had been hidden 

Behind a giant wall-sized painting

Was pilfered away and bless those thieves

Who collectively call themselves obscurity

 

For lifting that heavy scarlet curtain

I remember so clearly because my family was hurting

The night you took the stage - small, unassuming 

Though the venue was, it felt to me like the answer 

To the question "what is, what will be, what ever was?"

 

If that isn't large-scale, I don't know what breathes

I don't know what teases truth out of a group

Whispers loudly "I've got you" and grips, like a fever

The muscles in the mind, repeating shamelessly

"You are fruition, and I am the vine"

"Nostalgia" - 11/3/19

 

Today I broke bread with
A man on whom I had a crush

When he was a boy

 

At that time in my life

It was not in our cards 

For me to hold his attention

 

But still I had the good judgement

To know he was kind, funny and

Kindred and I'm sure in a fashion

 

Those qualities set the template
For at least a few beautiful galaxies

Into which I drifted eventually

 

Decades went by we fell out of touch
But he maintained a legendary status
In my family as among the first

 

Unresponsive suns I ever orbited
Heartbreaks from which art granted reprieve
Fears distilled from rejection's feckless grief

 

Reminiscing gleefully about fast times

And social climbs we never took
I listened lovingly to memories

 

Of our collective youth's ache
Reveling in idiosyncrasies
Nostalgia's natural light pouring in

 

Casting soft shadows on
Childhood limbs grasping
Desperately for some semblance of sin