late hour, woozy with memories
that one adam says are ghosts.
how right he is, adams are vapor.
as are bens and jons
and young shadowy men
drinking too much,
driving too fast.
one adam wraps around a tree before i can tell him
anything, how i have a photo of him with birthday cake
poised waiting on his bottom lip for a sugary kiss
my god, we could have been anything by now
if we weren’t spread out across the sky, still waiting
on kisses from little girls like
dew-tipped grass in a morning chilly, ripe.
stay my friend let’s drink coffee! coffee!
espresso is so decisive
how it, with such tart precision,
pricks the senses up!
stay with me
tempt dreary hands with
a swirl of intent in a dreamy cloud of lengthening foam
if you look close
i just know you’ll see your future
wearing a dress of the dead, lipstick just a shade deeper than yesterday’s
wear, my hair is longer, eyes lined blue, mind sharp, i have never felt such cathexis
for a polyester blend, it is she in my memory choosing this white clutch, she reminding
me of such joy in life with each swish of the bell of such brightly flowered dress,
she decorating all of me and preening like a grave site of daisies in fresh morning spring.
Friends, please help me in praying and sending positive energy to Glacier National Park where a good friend is currently missing with his hiking partner.
Dr. Neal Peckens is a good friend from St. Mary’s College of MD (and my birthday twin haha). He and his friend Jason Hiser were hiking in Glacier and missed their flight Friday – and were reported missing on Saturday. Searchers are doing everything they can… and I figure a little extra prayer/positive energy couldn’t hurt. Thank you in advance !!!
Latest updates are on the Glacier website.
From a recent news article from WJLA ABC 7:
“Rescue teams at Glacier National Park searched in wintery conditions and rugged terrain Sunday for two East Coast hikers reported missing by family members. Park officials said 50 searchers were looking for 32-year-old Neal Peckens of Virginia and 32-year-old Jason Hiser of Maryland.”
Friend, I asked the great poets but for all their flowery words
They couldn’t capture your breathless manner of speaking.
I searched the sea and the ocean but they just kept repeating,
(Repeating) and I beseeched the birds but they just kept circling and
I was dizzy; a statue? too stiff, unfeeling.
Flowers? too trite with grieving – I went back pleading with the poets
“Write me a new constellation in the sky and call it Mia!” but they
Gave me cold cracked bells tolling, so unappealing–
More fitting – I on a marble stoop sitting, my beer streaming out,
Watching bubbles slowing, exhales burying a sidewalk steaming,
All… all… quietly disappearing.
how i remember
the way your head tilted
strangely off balance when
you were angry with me
and how the songs of Chicago
could make you close your
eyes and sway
if only you were here just
one more time, if only,
the moon hung precarious
on the ledge of the night,
forlorn and feeling worthless
as if the tiniest breath of air
could send it tumbling into midnight
i’m looking up so scared
every frozen winter breath ascending
trepidation – don’t worry
don’t give up.
from creative writing class circa 2001 slightly modified (in fact so is “on the pool deck”):