Poem - "It's Cosmic"

This is quite an oldie of mine, but an old wintery memory with an old friend


Have you heard the sounds made - 
When a thrown log hits the iced coating on a lake?
It bounces frozen wood fibers- into molecules of coming snow - 
It bounces against the seasonal death of our other-selves, 
And all that "yes" can make. 


When it was that our limbs faced opposite lanes;
In the centerfold of a midnight street - 
In the forested pit of what it is, I'll still use - still have - 
After we've sat for seconds so much longer.
'Cause seconds move far away...


From kissing the taste of merlot on eager lips; 
The molded words that form broken bodies.
Phasing one December night into tropical palms - 
Clasped upon the distance;
Lie back on the cracked dark concrete.


"It's cosmic" he said as he looked to the stars - 
And I traced the line that he made,
Across the ravenous terrain of a full-moon heart;
A folklore farewell with crochet goal posts - 
On the blunt head - BLONK - And there we were - 
Rolling delicacies of nothing serious








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