Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Best Holiday Gifts Under $50!

A cup of coffee and a sypathetic ear.

A walk down memory lane over a bottle of wine.

A book that changed the way you look at life.

A photograph that speaks a thousand words.

Music, in any format.

A meal made with love.

A heartfelt smile, the kind that lights up your whole face.

Time. Not a watch, but the extravagance of your time, freely given.

Friday, September 24, 2010

today the dog died

I sit in the twilight alone
with my sorrow
silence like a kettle drum
creshendoing in my head
My thoughts run on and on
a rosary, mardi gras beads,
baubles on threads of memories my own and
those bequeathed to me
or imagined
picked up like cheap souvenirs from
some former life
We are never alone we are
always alone
I can't decide
I want to cry
but can't afford
the luxury

-- lscollison 0/23/2010

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

deja vu

Dreams are the poems of our old illiterate souls
twisted syntax of emotions
raw fear and desire
incomprehensible yet

Created maybe by our monkey minds
cobbling bright bits and warnings gathered
from the debris of the day
They make no sense to our daytime minds
but are perceived in the marrow of our bones
recorded in the nucleus
of every cell, entwined in the DNA
or maybe the RNA, who knows
those twisted chromosomes, the squirming genes
carry more than we know

You don't forget your dreams
you carry them around, a bundle on your back
an invisible load balanced on your head
as did your Grandmother
as did Eve

-- lscollison

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I don't really care who you know
or where you are
having drinks with trendsters, hip hangers-on,
almost-celebs and would-be artist flaneurs
its who you are
that concerns me

Go on, bare me some soul
one true word, give me some hope
a flash of heart, one revealing sentence
or better yet, a provocative question
go on, shock me
indulge my fantasy

Friday, April 9, 2010

you haunt me still

a smell of burning vanilla
drifting through the house
the movement of curtain
a far-off tinkle of glasses
raised in toast
to our happiness...
the way your eyes
find mine
from years past
you haunt me