the loss...


i can’t remember,
just now,
the curve of your face, or
the bend of your smile.
And, holding these shadows
gives me
no comfort at all.

The Black Blog...

Come,
and I shall show you
a sorrow
so deep,
a pain
so vivid,
that you shall not
know it
until it is
shown
to you.

Revelation.

(click on the lightning pic)
(click here, for a Metallica video that goes w this blog).

Baptism...

Streets like black diamonds
when it rains.
The city's wet skin
glistens sensuality.

Amber lights.
Winding walk-ways.
The hum of thunder.

She wraps herself
in a soft mist,
& sleeps content.

Cleansed.

a fool's errand...

collar fastened against the cold.
how inadequate it is --
barely spares me from
this nasty wind.

the sky mocks me --
layered warm in blankets of
grey & black,
she illuminates my plight

with cruel lightning.
streets barren of life --
only faint echoes of hurried steps
that rushed indoors

to escape the rain.
trapped by narrow, alley walls,
they sound as if a stampede
as they bounce & vibrate

& collect in my soul.
pavement made now into
a ribbon of black glass,
capturing my huddled image

in each gathering droplet.
lamp post flickers & fades,
denying me safe passage on
these broken streets.

i startle for moment --
uncertain of a danger
from which i can neither flee,
nor see. then... silence.

the rumble of thunder is
overcome
by a rush of
stillness.

even the dim shadows
stand quiet & listen.
suddenly aware of
my heartbeat & breaths,

i press forward.
i must find
sanctuary
before the heavens

again open up, &
begin their deluge.
bowing my head,
i sinch my jacket.

collar fastened against the cold.
how inadequate it is --
barely spares me from
this nasty wind.