Monday morning with cable

You give me that gulp-in-my-throat
type of heart burn,
cold mixture of distance and desire.

We've busted the seals, one-by-one.
Probably drank a small lemon tree together
salty and bitter ... and cold.
We drink the nights away
and in your eyes this soul remains old.

But I'm only beginning to wise up to your ways
For my words, chosen haphazardly, have shown me
to just shut up.

Resistance

I am
What to do
What to do?
So many to choose from
enjoying but a few.

The tiny pen, darkness delights
The wonderful image
breezing blues and sun-drenched reds
thirst-quenching greens.
The heart of the creator
The hand of the poet
The feet of the soldier
The eye of God.

I AM
What to do?
What to do ...
Whatever you choose
The gift is for you to decide.