Catching Flame

They couldn’t say what started the fire
But the two of them found themselves
In the middle of it

The dry kindling of their desperately dull lives
Caught flame
Burning
Out of control

And she didn’t care
For once she didn’t care what
Other people thought
There were no other people
There was just her
And him
And this bed
And feeling

And he, he had tried
To do things the right way
He wanted to live
Like this, like now
And she was warm and wild
And he found it in himself
To give her everything she was wanting

And the fire raged
And roared
And destroyed everything in its path
Lapsing finally, in the early hours
To nothing but
Smoke

And the charred remains
Of what their lives had been

It Isn’t Me

Truth is pure and clear.

When lies get messy, truth is pure and clear:
I know it isn’t me you’re looking for.
No matter who “you” are out there – or here –
I’m not the wings or wind that makes you soar.
You gaze out, wistfully, and wanting more —
While I, this lifeless thing exist, that you
Can pass a million times, and just look through

Mind Is Just A State of Age

Confused.

When very young, I was confused
Exactly who was who

When starting school, quite overwhelmed
With all there was to do

In junior high, I was depressed
About the other sex

In high school, I sank lower in
All life’s other respects

I tried to join the Air Force, but
That didn’t go too well

And college raised more questions
That bewildered me, as well

Like how to earn a living and
How to become grown up

And why you should stop drinking after
Your beer’s been thrown up

My early working years, chaotic
New quirks came to light

Like: while I’m good at math
That doesn’t mean my checkbook’s right

And dating was disorienting
That game, so unreal

Like how you must pretend
Your heart’s desire’s no big deal

But somehow, I got married, and
Perhaps oddest of all

I had to learn to hold her purse
While standing in the mall

And children are confounding, they
Are so mixed-up inside

Because, of course, they’re just like us
Completely mystified

I did divorce, that’s all a blur
She wanted someone other

The day your wife merely becomes
Your ex, your child’s mother

Remarriage and stepchildren brought
A new type of chagrin

To realize your ill-equipped
For the role you’re now in

And now, I am past fifty-three
Retirement is looming

And life’s complexities will grow
At least, I am assuming

Because our minds try to make sense
Out of what is too great

We sometimes only stop to breathe
The second
It’s too late

couple, sitting

i’m not all boys, so i am not
the one who must have hurt you…

i’m not all boys, so i am not
the one who must have hurt you –
i’m honest, and i’m loyal, and
i would not just desert you

if you could see you through my eyes
i know that you would feel
that what i’m saying is the truth
and all of this is real

so try me out, we’ll take our time –
i know that you’ve been burned –
and that, for you to trust me is
a thing that must
be earned

= = = =

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The Mistakes I Made

The mistakes I made were many
I gave you less than you needed
I asked from you things you didn’t really have to give
But I took nothing from you, in the end

You loved me as best you could
And I loved you the same way
But love couldn’t answer
In our case

For while we may be not be able to buy love
In this world
Love, itself, is unable to buy

Anything