Poem like memory.......

[Goatsbreath]

Remember the time

after the bar

You had vomit in your hair and

I pulled it back away from your face

as you cradled the toilet

 

Then you just laid there

so helpless and fetile

Your eyes were a beckon

that screamed your misery

and it gave me the chills

 

I tried to pick you up

You just laid over

and so I sat on the cold bathroom floor

your head in my lap

my hand in your hand

 

I thought to myself

I would offer up my soul

If It could somehow ease you

I would give you my breath

If I thought it could be useful

 

Now I long for that night

Your pulse in my hand

I wonder if you ever felt the connection

The night I held you

and cried for you on the bathroom floor

[SoleMate]

A woman on my street

Told me love and vomit

Could not appear in the same poem.

 

Until a Monday dawning,

Bright with Loveshack promise

And aching with the bitterness

 

Of grief that drips like stale cooking fat

From the barrels behind the DQ Broiler,

I believed her lies.

 

Now I know that love is

Ever fresh, ever new, and yet

Always the same. Each soul

 

Turned inside out, and the sweet

Nourishment that gives us life

Crusting on a tile floor.