The Blank White Page

The Blank White Page

you drew me back
childhood friends
then teenage lovers

inseparable
holding hands
delicate verse
public embraces everywhere

you as parchment
I as pen

it was different then

I don’t know when
but we grew up
grew apart
forgot to care

I wanted a bigger life

years went by
I moved far away
but I never forgot

there were

other lovers

some provided money

some possessed fame

some were just mere distractions

none made me as happy as you


I am so thankful that we are one again

but I’m so scared

you have changed
or have I

you don’t seem to get me anymore

I need to know my

words

still speak to you

still pleasure you

Sandpaper and Phantom Rainbows

When I saw him last

He wore grey bananas on his feet

He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth

Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head

How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose

You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem

Yellow kittens for my pleasure

Only one black dog

Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop

Take the bottom off the wheel

You won’t need it soon

You are on your way down

The pink parade will catch your fall

Dolphins everywhere

Even under my old brown coat