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It's not like the missing-you-ache of any other relationship-
it's not a co-dependent, dysfunctional, deficient ache.
I am a whole person with you, unto myself.
It's not a consumed, infatuated, barren ache.
I am in love with you like grass grows green.
It's a subtle hint of you, a familiar ache.
I miss you in quiet Sunday nights
of TV and pasta for one, with room
for two on the couch, in the serving size of my soul.
I miss you in perusing the Arts section,
catching up on movies to see together
which we instead watch separately in cities apart.

19 September 2010
2153

Firefly

I think I would've done it, too.
He was doing all the right things.
and I was being
impulsive.
I closed my eyes
to focus.

Can you will yourself to hum?

Like most things visceral,
the harder you try the farther it fades.
I wasn't confused before,
I had made myself clear.
but the best laid plans.

Because there it was,
your voice not so much in my head
as in my conscience.
More than that
the memory of utter relief
that I could honestly answer no
when you asked
"was it anyone I know?"

20 February 2012
2320

Muir Woods After a Friday in the City

Better than coffee,
or hair of the dog.
Better than a slap in the face,
or greasy bar food.

My tonic?
A sturdy pair of shoes
and a long hike
through Middle Earth come alive,
with companions for exploration
         of trails and vistas,
         of evolution and adaptation.

My tonic?
A cup of good clean Earth.

20 February 2012
2333

Secret Garden

For girls,
the less you do it
the less you want it.
For me anyway.

Perhaps practice makes perfect
but it seems the longer I wait
the more it builds, the better.

Course lacking a partner
with which to practice
leaves it to fall by the wayside,
to rear up in unexpected explosions,
an untended garden
randomly bursting into fiery blooms.

3 February 2012
1933

Musings in Coach

In seat 14A
aboard United flight 2285
your life is distilled
to the confines of
your seat.

In the succinct 2x2x2
feet of space
I carefully arrange
foot, iPad, drink.

Airplane etiquette
is bizarre and dynamic
depending on your seatmate-
we can't all fly First.

Two strangers can
connect,
exchanging more than
incipient pleasantries.

Or,
stuck next to an oaf,
so physically unaware,
spreading mayo and crumbs
on your chair.

More likely to be
polite & normal.
"My reading light is broken,
may I borrow your's?"

Compact interactions,
humanity distilled to a drop,
a neighbor for 1400 miles
forgotten at the tarmac.

29 January 2012
1815

Thanks Alot

You know no one can say the phrase
"hill of beans"
without recalling classic Bogart.
Thanks to the silver screen it's unusable.

Shouldn't there be some kind of
language equivalent to anti-trust laws?
Some protection for the everyday poet
against blockbusters, indie flicks, and
young-adult best-selling trilogies?

How many idioms and phrases
must we see ruined before
something will be done?
Authors have rights, too.

Like the Oxford comma,
pregnant pauses, and speech fillers,
the valiant must champion the cause.
Grammar warriors, we unite to defend

the irrefutable rights of speech;
in a world of likes, umms, and txting,
someone must stand firm against the onslaught
of theirs, they'res, and theres.
#grammarsnob

29 January 2012
1647