Dark Angel

My dark angel arrives
In the nick of time
On raven wings

To be with me on the edge
Of the abyss

Standing beside me
She holds my hand
In a death grip
And says

Hold on and look down
For I am with you

Let us dive together into
Oblivion

And I say

I will die with you some other day

But today
I love you more than death

And then I say

Chinese take out and a movie?

And my dark angel says

Yes.

Love Poem #3

lucky you to be loved
by a fool

and lucky me
to be a fool in love

and lucky us

to be foolish
and in love

Love Poem #2

There are no hours slower
Than the hours between
The hours I spend
With you

Love Poem #1

Your eyes
Smile
Like
Your smile
Touches me
Like
You touching me
Feels
Like
You
Feel
Like
Home.

The Plunger and the Toilet Brush

The Plunger and the Toilet Brush

(with apologies to Edward Lear)

The plunger and the toilet brush stood beside
A beautiful porcelain throne.
Though they rarely were used
They felt scorned and abused,
Their laments, an unbearable drone.

They complained of the bowl
Til the toilet paper roll
Gave response to their miserable plea,
"Stop being so whiny!
I have to wipe hindy!
You will not get pity from me,
From me,
From me,
No, you will not get pity from me."

Plunger said to the brush
"Before the next flush
I've an idea of what we must do.
Run away and be free!"
And the brush said, "Suits me,
for my bristles are smelly from poo!"

So they both sailed away
For a week and a day
Til they came to a tropical strand.
Any humans around
Used a hole in the ground
And then buried their feces in sand,
In sand,
In sand,
Yes, they buried their feces in sand.

As the weeks passed them by
Plunger said with a sigh,
"My convictions have taken a turn.
Though this island's a beauty
I still yearn for our duty
Of cleaning up doody and urine."

So they set off again
With a sail in the wind
Through the ocean and inlet and bay.
Going back to their home
By the porcelain throne
Where the two of them stand to this day,
This day,
This day,
Where the two of them stand to this day.

Christmas Lights

We decided to hang Christmas lights on the banister and the mantle
It was not Christmas
It was time

The corrugated cardboard box slumped
In a dark corner of the attic
Rarely visited

As I moved it below, stirring the dust
She sniffled and said
"It's just my allergies"
And did not sneeze

Cutting a shallow path through foundations of masking tape I pulled out
A Gordian knot of wires

I said that these things just happen

She said that we should have planned ahead
Been vigilant and taken care

I said that next time
We will

We placed the tangle before us
Untangling together
And there we found

Candles that boil in low heat
Unending bubbles blow
Emerging from the unknown below
Waiting to rise and explode

Blinkers blink
Unpatterned hot and cold

The bulbous head of a grinning Saint Nick
Ecstatic psychosis
We can't tell which is which

Duct tape patchwork littering the lines
So fingers that pry do not fry

Sugar sprinkled on colored globes
Tasting of sandpaper and nothing

And the jagged glass and wedged threads
Of the one we never fixed

When the knot was straightened and snaking along the floor
I found an outlet nearby and plugged it in

And it was beautiful