'38

Thirty-eight
Men or man matters not to me
I feel my members shake
controlled within me

I stir the currents gently
Each synapse selected with certainty
and safely

Watch as I elevate
Light wraps its fingers around my face
I've seen a decade unfold
so how could I ever unfold?

Oh how it chafes, direction
I crave my own selection
A beast, a horn, a measured time
a change of course, a measured mind

I take my medicine
Swallow hard, keep it down
keep it up.

Watch as I elevate
Dawn as is usually the case
I awake and kiss the cold ground
We found our face and laid our guns down
But we stick to our guns now

Oh how it chafes, direction
I crave my own selection
A beast, a horn, a measured time
a change of course, a measured mind

Thirty-eight
Men or man matters not to me
I feel my members change
to stone within me


copyright 2012 Tom Moore

Pocket, Pocket

Tell me what brought you here
Irresistible wind
But not me, not me

A narrow escape
A mix-tape of early mistakes
Went back to her place
only in dream, in dream

What swelled to guard what I had started?
What swiftly swept away?

We're in its stead
We nod our heads
Snatched from the fire
I lit in my pocket, pocket

Convinced and cut
Drug through the muck
Into your lungs
then to be sung, to be sung

LAN lines and family
Your flawed faximole
You didn't know what you were meant to be

What swelled to guard what I had started?
What swiftly swept away?

We're in its stead
We nod our heads
Snatched from the fire
You lit in your pocket, pocket


copyright 2012 Tom Moore

Paul & John

He followed his questions with a smile
of condescension
I expounded
Jabbed and I was grounded
Did you mean to swing my way?

Is this what we've become
some kind of Paul and John?
I don't think I'll be the one
shot on the way back to my apartment.

I slowly come down to confess
I want this less and less
Not much of a gift, I guess
But I would never say a word against you.

copyright 2012 Tom Moore