24 January 2016

Magpie Tales 303: Our Ink Began to Dry

Image via Magpie Tales

Ghost in the corner of the eye as
Counselor's door smacked my ass
hollow boom of sanctioned freedom
imploded in a fevered skull

She followed me to the car
worn leather soles scratching a dance
on oily pavement, halogen mirror balls 
glaring up the garage park club

Keys of the beater I got to keep
papers on its roof, a sheaf
of lead ending our mutual bondage
heavier wings we have never flapped

At stall 19 we stopped, me to weep
she to spin, or was it my head?
in the light of release she blurred
into the hard grey of my new prison


  1. Raw heady romantic delicious...licking my fingers...mmm...

  2. "heavier wings have never flapped," indeed. Excellent wording here on the sorrow of divorce.

  3. Twelve steps to true love , eh ! Great write

  4. The labels you chose add another dimension to this beautifully crafted poem.

  5. those heavy wings...love that image!

  6. When endings are as important as beginnings. A pleasure to see that moment defined so succinctly.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...