In the wake of rezoning

on the remains of a bridge
that led to a livelihood long gone
where there is now only rubble,
abandoned trash,
and crooked bricks overgrown with dusty weeds,
like a wild white bird in a cage
a tattered piece of paper fought against the bent face of a fence in the wind
some desperate child
kept from its mother

you tightened your lips
and your thoughts sat still and silent
afraid of how easily you killed your smile

and I looked at your face
staring out the window
saw the hardness set in...

lowered my eyes and found your blouse
opened more than you would have liked
and remembered filling water balloons
how they became heavy in my hand
how I enjoyed holding them

and confessed quite casually
irreverently selfish
when you caught me prying
that i was undressing you with my eyes
aroused by an imagination
careful to stay a few steps ahead of the real thing

the real thing just a bit too bumpy
and hairy, with blemishes
and a sweet musk that
smells like fertile soil
freshly tilled

the crumbs of passion's residue
caking over a quickly fading elation
giving way to the sounds and smells
of urban sprawl
and feelings forgotten in the aftermath

©12.16.17 ebn

What's funny is

What’s funny is
You know I would
If you leaned forward
Just enough
To give me an excuse
To say I didn’t mean to
But it was there
And what else was I supposed to do

Even while I was staring
With hands full of opportunity
I bet you’d pretend
You didn’t want to tempt me
Give in
And let me
And hang on to your self-respect
(Your mother’s words memorized)
By the teeth
While your legs begged to tremble
And your pride whimpered
Wanting to melt away

What’s even funnier
Is that you know
That I know
If we slipped
We’d break something between us
That could never be fixed
And would have to get drunk
In a disgusting blaze of liquid fire
Sweating out our souls
To make it worth
All we would lose

©12.05.17 ebn

What color is your soul

What color is your soul
You ugly little splendid thing
Always making me laugh in terror
At the harsh and ruinous strokes of my ego
Upon your delicate canvas
You mayfly
You oblivious little ladybug
Caught in my disgusting stare

How can I love you
When my only thought is to smush you beneath my thumb
And clean off your suffering with my tongue
Your broken wings caught in my teeth
As I smile, delighted by some fantasy of
Your spirit flying away
Unseen
And so utterly beautiful
Because it exists only in my imagination

How sordid
To think I was so impressed with you
That it cost you your life

©12.05.17 ebn

Harold’s Song Revisited

Love echoes
Through space and time
Meeting me here from yesterday
With the softened laughter and sun shadows
Of who I was and am
A more gentle mirror
For my soul’s daydream
Floating memories
Like dandelion tufts
In the peaceful air
Of my heart’s quiet park
Where I go to remember
The joys I took for granted
And the moments
And people
Who filled my life
With life

@10.21.2017 ebn

Sun shadow

too far ahead kills moments
the tastes I crave
licking dew from unopened petals
before noon

may I swim in your puddles
the sun won’t spare
know the softness of butterfly wings
while its calm

eye can love you tenderly
in just one breath, and you will see
that we can dance like spiders do
a delicate ballet for two

don’t hesitate
relax and drift into me
don’t pull back
let the breeze of my love set you free

taste my lips
like rain drops upon your mouth
feel my warmth
like the comforter soft on your bed

if we both were blind
and could not speak
would our fingers tremble
what would we remember

when it’s time to catch your breath
let the sun sweep away the dream
and with a smiling heart
rise refreshed, as the memory fades away

©08.27.2017

The dead

The dead
Are like fallen trees
Old memories
A thousand leaves
That used to filter the sun

Etched in the hearts of souls
Who drank from the bowls
Of laughter and song

The dead
Are like water
We used to drink
Bathe in
Play in
Now gone somewhere
In our atmosphere

©07.01.2017 ebn

Open

Yawn
Scraping off the crud of sleep
Heart punching through my dreams
Focus blinding
Sunshine, brilliant minded
The universe exploding
Conscious climbing

Awake
Body snatched
From the sucking mud
Of watered graves
Thoughts swimming to the surface
Desperate to fly
The prayers of slaves

The breeze
A thousand whispers
Angel sighs
Dead weight lost to lullabies

Jump
To catch my breath
Above the rest
And pass the test
Of nothingness

Pressing seeds
In the memories of the fallen
Vines crawling out of my ears
Past, present, and future tears
Tattooing my tongue
With the melodies of life
Singing being
Through my smiling eyes

©07.01.2017 ebn