Thursday, January 27, 2011

halo


- for melissa

in my post knee surgical vicodin tainted dream
i was a spartan
campaigning in a game of xbox halo reach
standing in the middle of an open area
of the sword base courtyard
surrounded by grunts and jackals
with 2 elite generals advancing
from under the bridge

i was paralyzed
stock still in place
my sleeping body flinching
with every direct hit
from their plasma pistols
lighting up and depleting my armor shield

and at the same moment i realized i could not move
i felt your hand on my chest
and looked up to see you standing there
resplendent in a bright red armor set
a plasma repeater held out in your right arm

you walked casually around me in circles
gracefully eliminating the covenant troops
your left hand touching me the entire time
until we were the only two bodies
remaining standing on the map.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

please


i am not sure
if Shamanism and Reiki
are functional concepts
outside the Pacific Time Zone

but i have sampled
philosophies and religions
at each slice of Greenwich Mean Time
looking for One who
(if only i would deliver my eternal devotion)
would take a moment
to gently smooth over
the scar tissue inside my wife

i have spent months
in smaller bits
waiting for prescriptions at Walgreens
reading the latest Popular Mechanics
in the chair by the pharmacy registers
with the long suffering
$99.95 HoMedics Therapist Select Shiatsu Massaging Cushion
installed on it
handheld control buttons broken
but still workable
with proper application of my Honda key

i have silently repeated this One word
over and over
into the moist hollow of her neck
in the long moments after we made love
begging her fallopian tubes
to open like catchers' mitts
and receive the ingredients
approaching from above and below

i have administered
the maximum dose of my mantra
pleading for the right combination
of follicle stimulating hormone and progesterone
complete and utter trust
and her spotless soul
to make just One flash of light
so small and far away

some small someOne
miles deep in a forest
striking the last match in a matchbook
and gently setting it
just beneath the tinder.