Xavier Street

Xavier Street

Round corners bend smoothly,

meld walls into side stone archways

Zen touched.

 

Colours muted by winter’s touch

sail dreamlike carriages

clippity – clopping in midday

through quiet streets

with mums for sale.

 

He watches through scarf wrapped eyes

wearing fingerless gloves.

The world of those who live

on Xavier Street.

© k~

He Said it With His Hands

Ripped from the archives to share a turning point. When pain becomes the pen that lowers itself to paper and tears no longer make the ink bleed, it is time to heal.

 

He Said it With His Hands~

Summer was hot,

scorched in memories

of kisses in the shade

in back of

Granny’s place

where lemons hung

like swollen testicles

from sagging branches

of an ancient tree.

 

Love and pain met

became one

breath,

one measure

of a song that plays

where fingertips

dance,

and hearts remember.

 

“Love compliments,

it doesn’t critisiZe”

She said it

with deliberation

as though they

were the most

important words

ever heard.

Draped them over

a bruised shoulder

and deaf ears

with tears in her eyes.

 

He loved her.

Confused it with

fingers

that found their way

around her neck

to choke out

truth he didn’t want

to hear.

 

He needed her.

With rules

that would ensure

she never left

…. alive.

 

When he wanted her.

He said it with his hands.

2000 ©k~

Children on their Own

Children on their Own

We walked along that old brick wall,
Too young to be afraid to fall
That’s when we played,
Built a cemetery in between our homes
Where the bugs that died could stay
That’s when we would play
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
Of a treasure only known
To children on their own

Cardboard boxes lined the carports
In our world they were our own forts
Could be grocery store, maybe what we went there for
Sometimes a laundry mat, we’d say
That’s when we played.
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
Treasures only known
To children on their own

Der Weinerschnitzel right across the street
Where we could earn a frozen treat
Suckin’ on sour grass, had no clue it wouldn’t last
It was just another day
That’s when we played
Where all those memories stay
Yeah that’s where we played
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
With treasures only known
To children on their own.

© k~