like mr. jones

10-6a

sitting in a child’s chair
next to my daughter’s bed
her quiet breathing
marking time to my thoughts
and barbed wire dreams

she sleeps
deep and calm
something to envy
something i don’t do
so terribly well

thunder rumbles
bending the air
shaking windows
disturbing her rest
i calm her
with one warm hand
upon the small of her back
and with my other hand
reach through the window
grab the lightning
and before it cracks again
tuck it behind my ears
with a whisper
and a wish

thunder rolls again
hear my bear dog
mr. jones
scratching at the side door
figure he too
wants shelter from the storm
open the door
blood on his furry face
his eyes smiling at me
tail wagging
dead wolf
mangled at his feet
i wipe his face
and tell him
he’s a good dog
for protecting the family
a good dog
for keeping the wolf at bay
hug him around
his bloody neck
as he knocks me over
in excited pride

i wrestle
with dreams i don’t share
for the sake of those i love
with dreams i don’t utter
for the sake of myself
i lost track of frings
after the crash
or maybe deep down
i know
he lost track of me
but
i’m not angry
i’m not resentful
we fell from the sky
like a broken bird
shot through the heart
and i disappeared
bleeding
into the hot desert sand
40 broken bones
a coma for a year

what could i expect
of him

but the truth is
i listen for him
in the echoes
of conversations
i look for him
in the reflection
of things

 

 

Image: Boolynn & B. Reeves
Words: B. Reeves

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assemble

9-26 B

ice on barbed wire
unstable atmosphere
gun shy
at nothing more
than a leaf
falling

clouds and memory
stick to the trees
fire up the coffee
pull myself
from the ground
at my mad rooster’s call
break the day and

assemble
my
bones

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

still sounds good

six l

rain gray missouri monday
waiting
for my flight out
watching
the planes and people
come and go
killing time
with memory and wine

i heard from someone
who knows someone
that might know
six bought a patch of land
the kind i used to say
i would
when the time was right
when the dust settled
and i got my shit together

a little place
somewhere in the country
remote
with room for animals
room for myself
a place with a river
running outside the back door
a short walk
to bait a hook
throw in my line
and let the calm waters
tell me when
the day is done with me

heard his wife
rides horses
heals broken animals
and with one hand free
keeps his wild wheels
from jumping off
the tracks

heard his daughter
curses in latin
writes poetry in french
grows plants without soil
makes sense of stars
and speaks
with the crows

heard he looks like
a long-haired
gray-bearded wizard
writes all day
howls at the moon
all night
guarded at all times
by a russian bear dog
bigger than a car
that scares away strangers
and barks at his ghosts

skies grow darker
boarding my plane
heading back home
to empty all the buckets
filling with rainwater
from holes in the ceiling
i never seem to fix

i’m not sure what state
six is in
but i gotta say
as i fold this memory
and stash away
this forgotten plan

it all
still sounds so good
to me

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

the wire

 

the wireblg

my devil deal made
when no one was looking
and the hours small
i tend to forget
about the angels
when at night i inhale
the anger share

my hands tight
around the wire
body swinging wild
in the landlash winds

crow’s claws dig
deep into my skin
together
we work to keep
this storm i’ve built
in my mad moon wars
from throwing me far
from this half-life
where i hang
above the trees
waiting
in these forgotten
no man’s land fields
for wanted words
that never seem to come

but i do love
the sound of her voice
when she says

we stay away from the windows
when you blow through
town

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

lucky for us

sorcerer2-light2

my voices and visions
come when called
just like you always have

we are web wrapped
in space-time constructs
regarding our love
and commitment
to each other

lucky for us
father
we have the stars
to skip across
falling
through the heavens
stretching time
between the two of us
in a dimension dance
where forever exists
to figure
this whole thing
out

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

out of fuel

B haiku 23Untitled

this exile is not mine
but i know
you can’t let it go
so here is where i do my part

scuffed fists
ghosts
busted-lip smiles
goodbyes
there is no war if i just
leave

some relationships
are meant to thrive forever
some only have so much
fuel to fire
ours stopped burning anything
but time
long long ago

there is nothing wrong with saying
i was someone that you used to know
i know it is what i say when asked

about you

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

ripple

asleep in this boat
my line remains deep
in these waters
that over the years
i’ve kept so still

with time
i’ve become unmoored
from most things

the only ripple
i ever wanted to make
was in your heart

i can bear
to be forgotten
by everyone
except
you

 

Image: Boolynn Reeves
Words: B. Reeves