Mightily

Mightily

hands found each other
fingertips stilled into holds
signs blindingly clear,
swaying in the air
feet planted firmly
 – standing for a cause –
through the chaos
– shots of lies fired –

voices echoed
and sank through the street
hear us
hear us
hear us
listen.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

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Mania

Mania

Hoping that the hospital can be my hotel tonight,
Leave the mini bar filled with morphine
Or anything that can sedate my being,

Get me a Nurse Ratched
A lobotomy could probably do it
But bring me dead flowers first
So it won’t be the only thing thrown out
That was once loved.
“Flatline – call it.”

Light from Lita
See you soon.

Idiosyncratic

Idiosyncratic

Weathered photographs turned at the edges
after taking residency in the breast pockets
 – right above the valves of the heart –
of the men whose feet stomped in unison.
who prayed any defeat would be an illusion
like the tears they shed in the moonlight’s wake,
while their thoughts called to see miracles;
like the birth of the new day.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

Side effects

Side effects

no one ever said
that I’d still worry;
that I’d find myself
thinking whether you’re alright
whether you’re eating okay
sleeping alright through it all
if you’re coping in general.

That even though we severed us,
scorched all the remains,
me and you would still be a reality.

It’s the one side effect I thought I wouldn’t get.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

Bereaved

Bereaved

They say it gets better with time
That the gaping hole that you left behind
will some how find itself filled with time.
When your coffin occupied the ground
and your soul left my heart,
I began looking around
then started falling apart
and all the words heard and said
all went past my head.

I wish you could be here now;
it’s not getting better at all
I still see your favorite coffee
and your running shoes in the corner,
Screw them and their stages of grief,
Everything is still falling apart,
you’re gone and it hurts

for my father

Light from Lita
See you soon

Homebound

Homebound

They call you bad names
 – South Africa.

Yet the sun sings for you
It smiles at your innocent lies
Like the small children in the street
after they avoid defeat.

You smell like no other I have known
a mixture of cultures and flora
that no one else can own.

South Africa,  your taste is unique
from the cold fish in the windy cape
up to the warm lazy milk tart of the farmlands
that seem to know the sizzling meat of the natal

They call you bad names
 – South Africa,

We call you ours.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

Seasick

Seasick

“There are plenty of other fish in the sea”
so she left him hooked,
breathless in a foreign land.

                  moving against currents,
ignoring the warnings of his fellows
away from the safety of the deep below
his mind swims to the edge
        – unaware and baited
he waited
only to get caught.

so she left him hooked
within her being
and left him gasping for air
in a foreign land

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Light from Lita
See you soon