First Post

Here it is.

I'll mostly be putting poems in here, but every once in awhile I might do a little commentary on what's happening in my life. Livejournal was just not cutting it for me.

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Reconciliation

last night, in my dream
you were walking towards
a black Chrysler and
drove it into the snowy woods.
Even though we hadn’t spoken
in four years, there we were
in the car together,
and I could feel the winter breeze
blowing my hair back, as if
I were standing out the sunroof
like a teenager on prom night,
drunk off the majesty of
all things, but instead of happiness,
you kept driving, taking the black
Chrysler past my house into
a burning cornfield.

I don’t know why
my dreams always end like this,
someone from the past dying
in the front yard of my mind,
getting past the gate but
never making it to the door. Why
is it never me who meets with
a gruesome end, are the friends
I once had somehow less deserving
of a life in dreams?
I knew a guy whose father
was beheaded during an accident
involving a tractor trailer,
and the guy told me he pictured
his headless father standing at the gates
of Heaven, waiting for him when
he went to sleep. I like to think
that there would be some kind
of reconciliation between us before
we die, head and body coming
back together through the force of
our love, melding these different
dreams together until we are whole again.

Back in the real world
we still don’t talk, which is a shame
because you’ll never know
how in my dream, I pulled you
from the black Chrysler,
took your hand,
and walked with you into
the burning cornfield, the way
a father walks his daughter down the aisle.