Month: May 2005

  • My Salvation


     


    A few years ago I climbed atop a horse


    A horse that saved my very life


    All was new and wonderful


    I, full of enthusiasm


    We rode together constantly


    Without gaps in time and distance


     


    But life changed, rearranged


    I rode less frequently


    Rides became shorter


    Fondness slowly faded


    Other priorities arrived


    Yet still I rode…


     


    From time to time


     


    Someday soon, I fear


    I’ll fall from the saddle


    (Lacking practice, I’m out of shape)


    Landing again upon the ground


    My life in my own hands


    Instead of riding faithfully


     


    Will I have the courage


    To try to ride again


    The very horse that saved me


    When I had nothing left to loose


    And my whole life to gain?


    Perhaps its time for me to ride...


     


    Before it is too late


     


     


  • Dinner Menu


     








    Frenzied


    Hormone driven


    Clicking


    The grooves


    Worn deep


    Both side to side


    And up and down


    In the ball


    Where evidence


    That left no doubt


    About the horrifying things


    That had transpired


    The raw emotional force


    That had been transmitted


    Through that poor


    Mistreated computer mouse


     


    The picture's clear


    No forensics needed


    Obsession etched deep


    Into the creases


    On her troubled brow


    Neurosis dripping


    From ragged hair


    She raced through


    The blog trail


    Chasing comments:


    What had he said


    About her?


    About us?


    What was he saying


    To this one


    And that one


    And especially


    That other one


    With the jaunty chest


    And had they replied?

    Emotional tension


    Grew to breaking


    Like a high wire transformer


    Struck by lightning


    Jealousy and anger overwhelmed


    Her tender nervous circuits


    She raged like a


    Tormented beast


    Screamed lungfulls


    Of pure hate


    When suddenly…


     


    Ring… ring… ring…


    “Hello”


    “Hey you, I missed you today


    How’s everything going”


    “Ok I guess”


     


    As suddenly as it came


    It dissipated


    A cloud of nothingness


    Replaced by little words


    Of love and affection


    All that remained


    Was the abuse inflicted on


    An innocent mouse


     


    A lingering wisp of guilt asks 


    “Do you want anything special


    For dinner tonight, dear?”