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http://hellopoetry.com/poet/f-white/

Love,

Muse

at night
our lips door
knob lock
together into
place each in
a fit part of
our daily puzzle run
a kiss to say good
morning to your
open eyes, another to
your leaving back and
forty more, or so
I don’t add to
my average, so
our weekly
total can,
equal the
day we
met on
the bench.

Love,

Muse

as I grow old
you will hold me
still, in high
regard, in your
arms.
when the fringe of
grey is on my
eyes and
my lips require
your aid
canes of steel
and a hopeful gaze
you will keep
me in your reaches.
if I falter
in the pot
and am
stuck in
a clinical limbo
let me go
and feast on
the images
of me, a peach
in her prime.
but don’t
tie it down,
the boughs
of plastic and
linen, the orderlies
lining the halls
of past youth
flip them the bird
and shuffle back
in your plaid pajamas.
and join me.
when you’re ready.
both our souls.
On the grand
celestial roof.

Love,

Muse

Just do
it climb the
mountain put
your shoe on,
one pantsleg at
a time.
You know there
is fog, but that
you will blow through
it. Don’t fear the
heights, you already
learned how to ignore
if those
trees give
you trouble
turn away from their
bark, build a fire
with their threats
and toast in
the assurance that
at the end of the day
it’s another cliff
left  not
to skirt.

Love,

Muse

Fragile now,
I am that bee,
my
hive went
away and now
I’m crushed
They took my
wings, educated
then made
me ready
then they took
off their spectacles
chasing me
into the darkness
of that misty
field with rulers.
they took the clovers
too
and now I’m all
outta luck.

Love,

Muse

I want to talk
about endings those
awkward things everyone
hopes will never
come. we like
to think that everything
we do everyone is
immortal that
there is no end to our
shopping list, our hours in
the night that
the week is infinite
so when
we come to the door
to the stop to
the close how
do we push into
the dark put
our foot out and
plunge into the messy
mists of “yet to come”?
I guess one thing
to remember is
when diving, don’t
breathe in, and if
needed,
plug your
nose.

Love, Muse

A.N.: My 10-12month internship comes to a close next week.- then I will search for a job until someone wants to employ me. Talk about giant cliffs to leap off of…..

I do not care
for fax machines

I would rather eat
rotten nectarines

When it says press  “enter”
I say why?

And with a click and a honk
the machine starts to die.

There are some things
that are meant to be.

All except technology
and me.

Love,

Muse

A.N.: I do not usually resort to rhyming couplets,  for I mostly loathe them. However, this was a special circumstance of extreme disgust.  Like deserves like.

I stay up late out of
defiance against
myself, I guess.
If I flick the switch shut
my eyes and crawl into
the realm,
I’ve given up on
the day, thrown in
the blanket, so to
speak, and decided no,
it’s ok, you fucked up
today, but tomorrow will be
new and empty until
you see a stranger smile
someone drop books in
the park or
have the first sip
of tea, and
feel whole again.

Love,

Muse

I am so unsure
of everything I know
inside my skin
outside in the air I
have no clue
pictures look like
strangers
reflections like ghosts
that have haunted me since
childhood when,
at times, I stood in front
of the mirror, eyes unfocused
trying to picture who
I would resemble when
older
But now as I fix one
knot another unravels
at my spine and
threads tear away at the
base of my neck
I get one layer of
my person and
soul and forty more
come to light
fly away
and turn into pumpkins
at the morning sun.

Love,

Muse

there’s a shift in
my clock internally
externally yours
now that isn’t an
analogy for a stroller
roller derby time
I just never
know where I
am in the year I
see it on piano
keys Tuesday is D
the days rolling
in a circle of 5ths
and you count the months
rent by rent and
I look at this chair
covered in shirts
and wonder where your
heart is if
this isn’t home.

Love, Muse

A.N.: Our apartment is pre-re carpeting from a water-damage disaster . It’s awful. And has made us both hate it. There’s dust and random little critters everywhere.