four little words

I found my way
out of hell
with four little words

I want
a divorce

and

all the delicate
rays of light
emanating
from the sun
thrust together
in one ferocious beam
to fill my 
damn little
broken heart.




11/17 AAW

falling

turn
to you
turn
from you
return to you
fall for you

fall

down
years and years
of falling

blood rushing to the head


trust


trusting the distance
to the ground




11/17  AAW

from the porch

I have mourned
a lot of women
from the back porch
of this house

casting my eyes
to the blackness
of the night

I have howled
for mercy
at whichever direction
they might have occupied
with their silken, distant
bodies

imagining
my pleading words
could be delivered
on these primordial winds
as they slept
so warm in their beds

oh how
I remember
each time I stood there
just as I am now
with a light winter rain
dusting my shoulders

but on this october evening
I do not find myelf
wishing to mourn
as I always have

I find myself
lifting my eyes to the infinite stars
wanting nothing more
than to sing

and sing

and sing


11/06/2017   AAW

a small rug

a love
trampled

a rug
upon which to wipe one's blood

a severance.




11/17  AAW