My Circles

I am confused.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s Tuesday, either next or last,
And I’ve slept too long and I’m right back where I began.
Can you please help me work it out?

I am not happy.
I’m spinning in circles, turning back the way I came.
And then turning the same circle again.
I know why it’s like this, but I can’t change it.
I think I must be scared of the unknown.

I can’t comprehend.
I wake up in the morning, then go to sleep in the evening.
This routine is killing me slowly.
So I’ll go home and turn on the TV,
And get drunk and forget for a few hours.

I see an exit.
But it’s just out of my grasp, I reach but I can’t touch it.
The light is at the end of the tunnel,
I just can’t work out how to open the door.
I think I need the key, but I can’t find it.

I need something.
Someone to help me reach up and unlock the door.
You are so beautiful, you are so compassionate.
You understand who I am, and how I love you.
Your love could be the key to the door.

Please spin in my circles, I just want to see
If I can be all that they said I can’t be.
I’ll wait for forever, right here if need be.
Please help me to change, and to set my heart free.

:Connor Dane:

 In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.

Innocence Wept:

In the air a plane did soar
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept

Sleeping

Under the dark warm waters of sleep
your hands part me.
I am dreaming you anyway.

Your mouth is hot fruit, wet, strange,
night-fruit I taste with my opening mouth;
my eyes closed.

You, you. Your breath flares into fervent words
which explode in my head. Then you ask, push,
for an answer.

And this is how we sleep. You're in now, hard,
demanding; so I dream more fiercely, dream
till it hurts

that this is for real, yes, I feel it.
When you hear me, you hold on tight, frantic,
as if we were drowning.

Full Moon Sable

I bake you cookies
in the night quiet.
A hundred sugars cover my hands,
like talc on moist fingers,
no matter how hard I try.
I mean to feed you a new cookie
as you dream in your bed in darkness.
You never notice the crumbs
until you wake and wipe them
into your mouth in a sweet fever.
Leaving only a last few
lost in your silken folds
that you demand I search out.
My fault for baking a
tender cookie.

Orchard

In the dining room
quiet in the summer heat.
Bowl of peaches
fragrant as a verdant dream.
Out the tall window,
squirrels chasing.

Stopping the Wheel

In the space of a fine glass our life glows.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.