couple of short ones

The Scene Where He Dies Beside His Lover

be

hold

and

wit

her

God Forgot Peace

if we pray

hard enough

our hands

will join

together

12:48 AM - 4 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment

The Diva Next Door

The Diva Next Door

Sitting here in the middle

of the night, I cannot think

nor write about such things

as life or even death

because of the neighbors

fucking.  I say fucking

because the bed springs

are squealing like loose

alternator belts and the headboard

is banging bass drum beats

through my thin apartment wall

like a typical B grade movie scene

where the neighbor can't get any sleep.

I think the sheetrock might burst

and then the entertainers show

their faces through the curtains

while still going at it. I've never been

so lonely as I compliment her,

"what a lovely voice you have."

At least, that's the way I imagine it

with my ear pressed against

the middle of the night.

2:35 AM - 7 Comments - 14 Kudos - Add Comment

Wavering Silk Sheets

Wavering Silk Sheets

the caressing winds rippling
this wheat field we laze in
tide us over while your breath
on the back of my neck
makes me shiver.

12:00 AM - 4 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment

Cellular Divide

Cellular Divide

we were talking

about you

and the future

of our relationship

for hours

and then you

said something

about breaking up,

and the idea spread

through my brain

like a cancer.


Anthony Nissen

8:37 AM - 5 Comments - 9 Kudos - Add Comment

A Short Outline

A Short Outline

I have noticed it is hard

not to mention time

within lines of poetry

outside the window

a sun or moon

shines or falls

in spring or fall

like a watch in sky,

and always I grow older

as my pen empties

thoughts of wisdom

I revise what I can,

never worrying for body

but the overall meaning

maybe something simple

trying so hard to get it right

but always there must be

that last line, solid

as an epitaph.


Anthony Nissen

11:11 PM - 2 Comments - 3 Kudos - Add Comment

No More Cigarettes In The Bar

No More Cigarettes In The Bar

no more white ladies

curves dancing around me

in dim light.

no fading cherries

fiddled with fingers

in the shadows.

"I'm packing baby,

give me a light?"

no, none of that.

nothing to tell her

where I was

last night.

2:03 AM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

The Smoke Still Dancing

The Smoke Still Dancing

sifting through her ashes
he thought about one
last taste of her
cherry lipstick.

12:43 AM - 3 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

On The Shoulder

On The Shoulder

flying ninety down

the highway

drifting over a bridge

i take a deep breath

smell the flowing

river below

and watch one more

sunset in the rearview mirror

love in the passenger seat

with my youth

fuel vapors
exhausted

2:12 AM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

Breakfast in Bed

Breakfast in Bed

our night shed skin

peels slow from slumber

sensation, risen fruit

awakens your blue irises

through an open window

a warm breeze from the west

with my hand through your hair

and the sweet aftertaste

of orange juice from my lips

to yours

9:28 PM - 2 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

Able God at War

Able God at War

If my child were a bomb

I'd drop little adam

before evening

sunset, a wildfire

cancer, destroying

everything known.

A burning flesh releasing

shards of shrapnel

through thick skulls,

like ink

Anthony Nissen

4:37 AM - 5 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment