Tell Me A Story


all her stories end with death

and a loneliness full of desperation

so quiet that the chest pains

can be heard as they crush the life

out of all the joys enclosed in bones


sometimes the story teller lulls me to sleep

on bitter sweet tales of sex and love

and all the indistinct possibilities

that abound in words and rhythms

before they turn and become sour to the taste


for a while there her tales were muffled by a fog

a brief reprieve where life was lived without sound

and taste and touch and imagination

where words were only words and not pictures

and the shades of life were never heard


way beyond the tales I sense a life unlived

brief glimpses creep between The End

and the raw beginnings of Once Upon A Time

but still her stories end in death

I follow them in quiet desperation



Copyright April 2017


Mixed Up Mind

Advent Poems Day Nine



My mind

All the people

I have ever met

Yammering memories

With a neural hammer

Much to their chagrin

My synapses grow

Creating connections

Where none existed before

People who have never met

Now argue

Or fall in love

Babies lecture adults

Moralistic tones

A story unfolds



Back to front

All ganging up

To guide a future path

No wonder that the light

At the end of my tunnel

Leads only to


Copyright December 2013