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Gehenna or Eden

It is spring. Still cool in the mornings. Warm days.

She sits in a swing, in a never completed park.

No grass. No paved tracks. No transplanted trees.

Just the little playground.

 

She thinks she is 17 now. Her birthday is in mid-March.

It might be April by now, though she doesn’t know for certain.

The war came. The fires came. The silence came.

She sits in a swing, and waits for him.

 

The wind was sewn, and the whirlwinds came a’reaping.

She has been alone for a year. She is always tired. Often hungry.

Her dreams are filled with terrors and wonders.

She wonders if she is a prophet for the remnant.

 

She knows he is following close behind. Is a wary? Is he waiting?

The silence that came after the fires has been the worst. No human voices.

All the batteries are dead. No way to hear music even.

She longs to speak, and to hear, and to touch.

 

She sits in the swing, waiting. She remembers her childhood.

She was swaddled and innocent, while the world was burning.

She knew not what was coming, but it came, and it took her too.

She remembered trying to swing as he as she could, laughing.

 

The boy, has been following her, and she hears him, out of sight.

She has much to fear from an unknown male, but she is lonely.

He is no older than she. Most likely just as tired, and hungry, and lonely.

Adam and Eve in Gehenna instead of Eden.

 

She looks up. There he is. They lock eyes. She smiles.

He walks to her, unsure, as if he’s afraid of spooking her.

She stays in the swing, and watches him, heart racing.

Will he kiss her cheek, or slit her throat? Is he a friend?

 

He goes to the swing beside her, and sits down.

It is spring. The morning is cool. Warm days.

The silence is perhaps broken now, voices speaking.

Maybe it’s a crack in all this death, life coming back.

 

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Carolina Coast

There is nothing behind I say, trying to erase it from my thoughts.
There is no where back there I say, trying to make myself clean.
This bus is headed east, to the Carolina Coast and no one I know.
I watch the trees and the winding mountain roads, knowing less.
No good trying to repair the past or replay the choices I made then.
Just reminds you how small you are and what loss has done to you.
Leave those faces and those streets and maybe start again down the road.
Maybe I’ll be a good man and a worthwhile lover in a city by the grey Atlantic Ocean.
I dream of a woman, young and bright, with black hair and bangs, a sweet smile.
I dream of a life where I am the Paladin and Savior I always wanted to be.
I dream and sleep and dream and listen to a baby cry, the mother try to soothe it.
I dream I can start again, make something new, not the same fucking mistakes.
Down the mountain highway, towards a place I don’t know, where I’m not known.
I imagine the sound of surf crashing and the tang of salt in the ocean breeze.
I’ll sit awhile on those sands, and watch the waters churn, white caps astray.
Let her be here. Let me find her. Let me really leave the past behind forever.

Summer House

Hard, rickety bed where we lay making love, hesitant, unsure.
Should I kiss you now, or carress your thigh, or smile into your eyes?
Fumbling closer in the hot, summer sunshine that pours through a dirty window.
Summer heat makes us sweat in our closeness,
making our breath ragged without exertion and our kisses swallowing fire.
Still, this place is our peace now that the world has faded away forever.
Will this day bring new life? Boy? Girl? Cain or Abel?
Make a place, a new garden, a place to hide, in this left over house
grown over with kudzu and tall, golden grass.
Summer is here now, and we are hot and sticky and wise,
but the world has faded away forever and winter is on it’s way,
even as our shame is shed like a second skin.