Midwinter II

Snow is gathering
Falls without
Logistical warning
I sure doubt
Ankle socks will do,
With white about
My ankle high shoes;
Laces out

Your scarf is wrapping
'Round my heart,
The earth is dancing
Torn apart
Cloves of evergreen
Holds to start,
A new beginning
In my heart

A Star to Guide is Coming!

A star to guide
It burns as bright
A million years away
Before the son
A million years ago
And the Lord conceived
In Mary's womb
To bring her into light
And cause the star to come
To guide our way tonight
A star to guide is coming!
Praise the Lord
His perfect timing!
You super nova
Hold your lamp-stand high
Oh angels o'er the Earth
Bring forth our star
The star to guide our way
To the Son of God

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Touché, Michael Willis

His marksmanship poised
Delivered to kill us
His words sharp as tongues
Touché, Michael Willis

1 PM
Thievery logistics
Like stealing ideas
Passed over hands glued
Keyboards to fingernails
Bruises of culture
Riddle decrees
As truth becomes commodity
And wealth an ideal
I read them there
Surveying the screen
A landscape of luxury
Only one click away

I am Not a Child. These Are Not My Siblings

I stand mistaking everyone
Polishing my eye-glasses
Why am I screaming?
Who is this crying with me?
She says to me, over and over:
"Wake up, Christopher,
You are no longer a child."
And, "Snap out of it."

If I sit still and think
Now I can save my future
I'll save it in a memory
The map to consciousness
I'll repeat to myself,
"You have Alzheimer's;
It's only getting worse."
And, "You found her long ago."

Day of the Dog

We're off through the winding woods
Touting our masculinity
We four brothers; invincible
Loosening our trousers
Now bare to our toes
Our backs to the forest
The dock will bend to us
And wake in morning pond
I fly towards the gleam
Five hundred yards of shimmering
The water's cool as rain
It floods my naked skin
They follow me; the eldest then
We never felt ashamed
I surface now to catch my breath
And calm my overwhelming joy

The Burgeoning Winter

I can't but feel I'm missing time
Alone outside in bundled abode
White pillows up nicely my booted heels
I button up snug my overcoat
Wandering legs and a frigged nose
Alternative paths dance overhead
Not for my feet having no place to rest
Would I be out nowhere instead of inside

The fire grows tired and smolders
Honest, inside I can feel it grow cold
Dim grows the light in my soul
And not for the time growing old
Fuel is low and in demand
I'm asking the Lord for some tinder
A bitter bite off of my hands; my eyes
Raised high as the burgeoning winter

The Pirate Queen

If the saw grass is to our knees
All we'll see of our feet
Is your toenails; pretty and pink
We laugh as we run to the sea

Acting like we've never been silly
Using leaves to paintbrush our dreams
Where our backyards can meet
Now you've always been with me

The last remaining butterfly
In a field of floating strings
I found you breaking free
And spreading out your wings

Then we destroyed the moon
And gazed upon the stars
Said our long good-byes
And drank a drink to better tides

Now look me in the window
And ask the passing light
If it could be so kind
To kiss us both goodnight

The Body Ends; The Spirit Leaves (+ hour 7)

The body ends; the spirit leaves
My love will never fade
The mountains fall; the wells recede
My fountain will prevail

12 PM
The joys of the day
I skip from the curb
The maple leaf on my heals
I can feel my spirit fly
Maybe if I jump enough
I'll simply float away
If the sky won't hold me up
It'll surely keep my footing
Orange and red and brown
Against the blue and me
Overlooks my path
And covers up my black

Runny Mathematics (+ hours 5 & 6)

Runny mathematics
Bleeds and bleeds
Water trickles
Tickles; it's kinda funny

10 AM
The last of sounding thunder
Distance closes my umbrella
Morning spreads my arms
As if to part the clouds
Pebbles spot the pavement
Chips of concrete underfoot
Mixed the wet with rubber
And the subtle slip
I run my shadow fingers
Over blades of grass
Through the shade of fences
And the cliffs of cracks

11 AM
Settle down these stairs
I huddle up the rail
Catch a gasp of autumn
As I come up for air
A simple-minded recess
To dine with passing scholars
Left and right they go
Some pause at me and wonder
No joy to eat alone
At least no less to sleep
I comfort lonesome softly
With fluffy chocolate sweets

Boulevard

I raise my ice pick in the morning of the seventh day
She coerces my tinted glass
It's 6 o'clock AM
The delicate dance of man and winter
All my horses and shiny buttons
Strapped and warm for the journey ahead
Satchel in hand; highway ahead
This will be a day to remember

I unstrap myself; arrived alive
Heavy-burdened breathing
My heart is pounding like Wall Street
I avoid the awkward steps
Down the darkened corridors
Ducking paper mâché and déjà vu
I, yet again, am a stranger in a foreign land
No answer, and my thumbs are out of ink

Where do market streets look the same?
Crowded, littered, and plastered white
All I want is the messenger man
Send for her in the courtyard
I'm on my way
The minstrels comment my attire
She inquires my official title
Nothing never mattered even then

My stagecoach is freezing
The wheels are cracked and bruised
We embraced on the boulevard
Where our car slowed to a stop
My nose is getting cold
It nuzzles in your cheek
It's 9 o'clock PM
What a wonderful day this has been

The Birth of Ideas (+ hours 3 & 4)

The birth of ideas
Big ones, as it were
"Love", faulty condoms,
And the birth of an infant

8 AM
Breath, a panic breath
Misplaced ejaculation
Weathered stipulation
Of whether I'm awake
Blame, my tattered blame
A life I'd long forgotten
She came to haunt my nightmares
And resurrect my shame
Over, bubbled over
Like waves on freezing shores
Pornographic reruns
Like scratching swollen sores

9 AM
Heavy eyes, blinking clocks
Power's out, no one's home
How the minutes slowly turn
And seem like much to long
Rain pelts through my window
Soft to wet my feet
Through my sophomore sheets
To bedbugs down below
I don't mind the Dresden drizzle
Or the London fog
Not even sleepy bags, but
I really need to pee

As I air the morning clear (+ hours 1 & 2)

As I air the morning clear
With taste of newborn sun
I find the furry lawn
A wondrous place for cheer

6 AM
These walks, oh lonely walks
Where is your hand?
It embodies earthly space
Why not same as mine?
The wind it talks of nothing
Except how silence speaks
To resonate inside
I wonder as I wait
A car, that gentle pass
Turning courses turning
The neon lights are burning
I wander through the dawn

7 AM
When speaking finds a tempo
I know I'm on the phone
When digit-numbers bleed
I know I'm still asleep
I moan and groan
Preemptively complaining
Of later rising up, and wishing
I was still asleep
Oh ferocious rising!
The vicious waking body!
Hard, but often funny how
I know to blame the clock

1986

He's coming to this world
Without a hand to catch
Sneezes softly
In his blanket
Oh what a simple face
Woven softly in the womb
I saw it happening
I saw his eyes go brown
When his fingers formed
I already knew the words
They would form
Oh so many words

Now he's here with me
I think him as I bleed
Along with many others
And all their suffering
I breathe in lust
For he could not take it
Even in his dreams
He cannot bear this weight
So I must go
And take my place
Trusting in my Father
He'll find what this is for

I died for him
I died for Christopher

2008

Hey!
Oh how I have hoped for you
How's it going?
My God, you're so beautiful
You want to see my house?
I can't stop staring at you
Have a seat, I'll get some drinks.
Maybe wait to start the movie
Sorry no one else is here.
More room on the couch for us
I can't believe you haven't seen this!
I want to hold your hand
"It's goddamn freezing on this beach!"
I want to hold your hand
"I don't constantly talk!"
I want to hold your hand
"I'm just...happy. I've never felt that before."
I just want to hold your hand
Do you need to go?
Please don't go. Please not yet!
I'll see you later
I'll call tomorrow, okay?
Bye...
...sweet heart

2005-2006

People passing
Pushing pencils
Advertising
Halving prices
Here it goes
I missed the war
But pay the price
In solid oil

The city's cold
Clean, fresh snow
I bite my lip
Hold my tongue
Fashion, fashion
For Monday's ration
My clothes are old
I'm still alone

"Can we go?"
I ask the air
But no one's home,
No one's home.
I feel a chill
My tongue is froze
Leave me alone
No one's home.

2003

What were you doing
Running through the grass
Flutter through the reeds
Bring the leaves to sand
Bring our ships to solid land
And ride the waves to shore
Follow down the path
Look off into evermore

We sink and slip and laugh
Until our faces hurt too hard
And inhale a salty gasp
We forgot we'd lost our breath
Kiss with tiny little rocks
Sticking cross our cracking lips
Brushing grains off sandy cheeks
When yours are meeting mine

I brought a picnic lunch!

2004

All along the wispy mountain
Breathing, awkward peasants
Laying down the boards
Marking our defenses
The walls are made of stone
International intestines
A head and heart of white
And pillars praying on

Where now are the rafters?
The trees have but to come
Crashing - crashing down
To break their hold on us
May sun rise wet with lightness
And scent caress the morn'
The rain will pour for hours
But dryness bursts the doors

We have but our whispers
And tales to entertain
But what if stories, ever boring
Could walk, and talk, and play?
What's left among the legacy
It's lasting past the rocks
The feet that fill the weaves and will
Of double layered socks

Two of Three

Dismal satisfaction
To pant at unknown chance
It breathes down my neck
Feel such lack of emptiness
Warmth and light
Cloak and dark
Dampening our skin
Finger floating larks

Backseat regards
To lightly graze your skin
Playful banters cross our cheeks
They tickle deep within
Talk of night
Time and space
The frothy summer air
Humbled resting place

It washed over me
I could not lift my lips
Though I think it's safe to say
I've never felt like this
So soon, so safe
So lost in her eyes
A passionate mystery
I cannot even describe

2002

The window fog is cold
I breathe a frosty scar
Mistaking the speedometer
As brilliant as the stars
The road we ride is humming
My forehead on the glass
Every bump is shaking
The landmarks that we pass

I smile; don't forget to think
This time goes much to fast
Enjoying trips from place to place
Just doesn't seem to last
Yet in a haze I slip away
And forget that I am dreaming
All the people working hard
Whiz by while I am sleeping