Thursday, September 24, 2009

Highway

It's I-40 or just 40.
No one says "the 40"
'round these parts.
His twang snaps me back–
east of the Mississippi,
south of the Mason-Dixon,
away from the Pacific Coast–
toward my home
where the sun rises.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Excuse Me

Can I get my heart back?

I need to give it to somebody else.

I thought I had taken it with me

along with the other things

I tried to salvage –

pride,

dignity,

self-worth –

I barely made it out

with those things intact.


Do you have some crazy glue?

You’d think such a delicate organ

would come with instructions:

“In case of heartbreak –

cry,

breathe,

wait,

heal.

Actual duration may vary –

A lot!”


Can you believe I’m doing this again?

You must think I’m crazy.

I do too, but not doing it would mean

giving in to the

fear,

anger,

self-pity,

misery,

and prove you right

when we both know how wrong

you were.