Saturday, November 13, 2010

Pain

pain awakens meaning
rattling of old timbers
creaking of old chains
breaking loose
so it goes again
wanting and longing
waiting for the world
to spin once more on its axis
"maybe tomorrow will be better"
maybe
so we hold on to each other
like handles in the roofs of cars
to get in and out or to freak out
gripping each other in free fall
is that what the hurt is for?
driving us closer like nail heads
lined up on a common board
beatened and standing tall
smacked downed ever deeper
by chance and coincidence
for what?
to stop the creaking?

– Jason Kichline

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Rushed

gentle rushing as the wind
in ways to go or to rescind
shaping days again begin
shedding of a season

in verdant green he realized
a hint of life in dying eyes
feel the fall as nature cries
tranquil as a tree's whim

times have changed as time could tell
as redden skins now ripened fell
fresh as ashen autumn's quell
relinquishing all reason

so as the clock strikes anew
he hopes in heaven as angels do
for grounded earth out of the blue
peace and ease still please him

– Jason Kichline

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Grove

I want to go deep within, but I know it's wrong
like the succulent, fresh fruit I long to sample
sweet nectar, flowing freely over my cheeks
hot and sticky in the moist heat of night
as teeth thrust into light, supple flesh
finding your pulsing, hidden core
tongue dancing over tender fur
moistening out of an instinct
fingers grasping to hold tight
slipping further and pulling closer
hunger penetrating into stolen moments
taking more of you than I'm allowed
loosened and plucked
for you are unowned
but known, I taste you
now ripened and waiting
wandering twisted paths in
an orchard grove of pleasure

– Jason Kichline