A feeling I caught, awash in sand and sea
Bringing back some faint, foolish memory:
Chloe and stickman and rockman and I
In love for an evening because we were high.
Iceplant and kindling on the Santa Barbara sand
A stage built for my improvised puppets and hands.
Under the star-patched, moon-cloudy sky
We loved Chloe dancing, sticks, rocks, and I.
Posts Tagged ‘Santa Barbara’
Chloe Dancing
Posted: January 7, 2002 in PoetryTags: Chloe, Moon, Rock, Sand, Santa Barbara, Sea, Sky, Star, Stick
For Dawn Again
Posted: September 29, 1996 in PoetryTags: Dawn, Eye, Halo, Hate, Love, Sand, Santa Barbara
Forever I wanted to please you,
Hold you and keep your eyes and halo bright.
I am shy of you now;
Unimaginably wretched when in your sight.
I shall never love another like you.
There is nothing to turn my heart away.
And so this hurts the most;
That I was not able to keep pace today.
Lost and still losing you,
Time was an hourglass of Santa Barbara sand.
I must tie you down to love you.
Violation upon demand.
One comfort I still cherish
That I am still worthwhile to hate
Perhaps this can be rectified
If I can pull my own dead weight.
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poor Tanya.
still nothing goes the way you plan it.
call me again from Fresno.
warn me that you’re returning
and that you don’t want to see me,
talk to me, hear from me
be cause I called your ex-boyfriend
[my friend]
after we fucked drunk
and I felt badly.
what were you using me for?
when were you going to tell him?
I’ve watched you use him for 3 years.
after you could no longer use each other
(he got tired of you like he was going to)
and you came to Santa Barbara
to get even by screwing a close friend of his,
I messed up your plan, didn’t I.
you were going to keep it as a nasty souvenier;
something to cherish as a little secret
and maybe mention in passing
just in case he was doing the same thing
to guard against you.
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