Escape

Escape

How long has it been
I refuse to count the days
I get lost in time
I get trapped

Why can't I just escape

Escape back to the days when all I had to do was tilt my head up
And I'd get a kiss from you

Back to the days when my giggles filled the room
As you tickled and kissed my head
Wrestling me to the ground

Back to the day when you were mine
And I was your's

Won't you be my escape

Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

We meet everyday

Everyday you wear that same hat

Even on days when it’s raining

Right out side your window

You lean against

I stare at you

But you are captured in your book

You never look up at me

Or tip your hat “Hello”

It must be a good book

The tips of your fingers rest on your cheekbone

You must have read something

That caused you to pause

And you are still paused

Day after day

Never changing

Keep reading Ernest

Turn that next page

I can’t help but wonder

If you ever finished the book

Did you ever make sense of that line

That line that caused you to strike this pondering pose

But today Ernest

Today you are curling away from the wall

Your feet are in motion

You are halfway there

I want to tear you down

And let you be free

 So you can finally experience the world

As it is described in that line

That line that caused you to kiss your cheek with your fingertips

So long ago

Snapshots

Snapshots

I wish my eyes were like a camera

I could click a button and persevere the sight forever

A click at the way the steam dances off my morning coffee

Twirling its way up

And tickling my nose

And warmly caressing my cheek

Simply begging to be sipped

I could snap a whole album

On the way the frost crawls up

My window in the morning

It reaches its skinny crooked fingers up

Stretching and yawning

With the morning sun

The moonlight shining

On the drop of melted snow

Clinging the bare branch

One kiss of the wind and it would fall

I guess that's what memories are

The snapshots that are taken when

The poets are at their windows

Nothing

Nothing

You spat word into me

Daggers into my flesh

Tears of blood poured out

Searching for an escape

A relief from the pain

Not knowing what was to come

Now, now I would embrace that pain

It would be a warm welcome compared to this

The air is empty

The silence burns in my ears

The emptiness you leave in my life

Rips me limb from limb

It's funny how the worst pain

Is absolutely nothing

Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday Afternoon

I sit on the dryer
The steady hum calms me
Keeps me here 
In the dark empty room
My preferred location

Out there everything is random
Stress is whirled at me 
My mind can't hold on as it's whipped from one worry to the next

A simple afternoon
A simple Tuesday
But unfortunately life isn’t simple
And life doesn't care what time it is

But here
I focus on the chilly room
The stone walls
The clothes spinning beneath me
So predictable
So reliable
An escape to simplicity