That Moment of Thunder

It is then that I think of you
That moment of thunder
The one that is not a rumble
Not a roll
Not a
BOOM

When the charge lets go right there
Ozone in the air
Small hairs on the rise
That thunderous exlposive
CRACK

It is that sound
That is the sound of your name
That small nuclear hell of a moment
That's where you live in my memory
A brilliant flash of
Perfect Violence

Coldest Night Since

Tiny smiles unseen with hands reaching out

Wondering what the name of man is

Dropped broken forgotten in the mud

Is a word unspoken in your world or mine

A taste of something future past present

On the wind in the blank spaces between

I drift lazily twisting tumbling heavily

On the tide of memory questing questioning

Finding only the smallest dram or

Quietest portion answering in untrue form

Regret of the smooth cool touch of your laugh

On the hairs of my skin taunting

Smiles sliding through my insides

The bitter flavor of your name on my tongue

Yellow bilious chalk swirling in the drain