Shane Windham's Blog, page 5

POEM - Alabaster Billows

Close; just never close enough

We’ve littered the common ground

with fuel-infused firewood,

but neither of us have yet determined

how to pocket a smokeless spark

Nonetheless, I trust you must know

that I would rob this world of stars

in order to burn brightly beside you

  

You make me want to treat today

like my intentions for tomorrow

I spend the majority of all hours now

getting high on your absent energy;

vibing on a perky smile which I’ve not

stirred in a seeming eternity

You are the best of all possibles,...

POEM - In Full-Throated Fashion

A writer must weave webs;

so very many webs

Any fool can spin yarns,

and be thought clever,

but artistic entanglement

takes the true talent of practice

  

No one opens my messages with haste,

but I suspect that’s part of what ensures

I’ll live on longest (among those I know),

once all of us are dead

Your worth will vary

from one mind to the next,

and you’ll never have an inkling

of that exact value, I’m afraid

  

All the more reason to exist

as an unreasonably confident creature

You could give in to the pressures...

POEM - Gagging Lolly

You think she wants something sweet,

yet there’s heavy salt on the spoon

she lives to lick

And it’s people like you, who assume

she can’t take it, that make room

for lovers like me

Stability looks good on paper,

but it doesn’t do much for the panties

in the back of her bureau

She can’t predict the next thing I’ll say,

which is why I haunt her orgasms

like a wet dream which refuses lucidity

  

For you, she whispers refrains of,

“Don’t stop.” while worrying that you’ll fail

to follow her straightforward instruct...

POEM - Candle in a Cave

No matter how often I look at you

with loving concern in my eyes,

things could still go wrong at random

  

Even our kids are going to die someday,

and I’m finding it harder to keep

from crying in front of strangers

  

We’ll never be this young again,

yet pretty much everything now has

a tendency to make us feel old

I may as well be a ghost for my

worthlessness, here, by your side;

watching strong winds move spring trees,

and trying not to think too much

about how alone I’d be without you

  

Those wires, connecti...

POEM - Non-Zero

There are fingerprints staining every window

There are new doors, yet to be hung

The sunshade’s still put away from last winter

The closets are full of junk to be considered

  

There is old art hanging in the breakfast nook

There is an un-played game to be found in the sunroom

The posters in our den need a serious refresh

The sauce packet drawer is all wrong

  

There are monsters growing under

the kids’ uncomfortable beds

There are dead trees, and live weeds

almost everywhere one looks

The garage still takes ...

POEM - Samarium

Tell me how it is that you

disappear so completely in the dark

that nightbirds like myself

should never even know you exist

  

The only proof I’d have of you, if not

for those forced hours, swallowing sunlight,

is the small sound of your crying

in (what must be) the world’s greatest

of hiding places

  

Tag; you’re it

Now tell me what’s behind the tears

Tell me what your black hole

started out being

Tell me why you’re dropping all these

breadcrumbs for me to follow

  

You are neither moth nor butterfly,

but I was t...

POEM - Unalome

We exist together

within this point of space and time,

and I find it hard to believe

this is the first instance

of that happening

My own mother claims her soul

is younger than mine;

that, even as a toddler, I seemed old

Your mother is no longer here

to give me her opinion on the topic,

but something tells me she’d claim

that she was blown away

by the clever creature inhabiting

the body of her daughter;

that you were far from ‘half her’,

in spite of the genetics

I suspect most rolls of life’s dice are different

i...

POEM - Holler Honey

Circumstance is all that separates

the hydrated animals within us both

They’re starving, true, but aren’t

in any danger of desiccation

Nonetheless, at the bottom of an empty well,

mutual temptation waits

  

I’ve not been shy, even in your presence,

about the way your blooming garden

draws so much more than my eyes

Our fingers brush, seemingly by accident,

and I am made shockingly aware

of just how often you’ve been left alone

to toil in that fertile soil

No fate is worse than death

so long as your body still s...

POEM - Let Them Touch Grass

I was not born into this world,

with but a single life to be lived,

just to let someone in the same damn boat

convince me that I need to make myself

invisible in order to please others

The mountain hanging overhead,

I can do nothing about

But the fields of edible starlight,

I intend to taste in detail

  

You can all claim I’m wasting the entirety

of my time in this conscious vehicle,

yet not a single moment of your lives

will have been lived with the sole intention

of pleasing my pomposity either

So kindly sto...

POEM - Sunshine Revelation

A new me was born in that darkness;

I scarcely noticed this change while

wandering beneath the dim stars

But I’ve begun seeing my second self

in reflective pools of spilled moonlight

  

I am no longer gleaming with youth’s beauty

Gone are the days of spare hands to hold

The soft and smiling boy is now a rarity

Still, I somehow like who I see

  

For I recall asking the inferior shadows,

“Am I really so vile to end up this lonely?”

When their infection failed, I learned

how to bellow a resounding “No.”

And time ...