Best Tissue Poems

When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul
is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see.
Your body is the part that takes the toll,
and physically you feel agony.

Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though
a knife has sliced right through it, or...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts...

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My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me...

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The bed offers cold
where you used to lie
a chill that lingers 
when dawn paints the sky.
Your abandoned chair
across from mine
is a constant reproach 
and an unwelcome sign 
of a love that died. 

On outings with friends 
I feel their pity
though I wear my best mask 
and try to be witty.
The places I visit 
are different...

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A poem on a tissue

Seeing your tear drops fall I reach,
here, let me catch those for you
my hands need the moisture
and your cheeks are beautiful already

Love your dress, but your sadness 
contrasts with the color,
can I borrow your sorrow for a while,
you keep the dress,...

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Tissue 




Do you sleep as I do
Bent upon a dream that breaks you
Lean back in a whiskey stupor
What the hell where these dreams ever made for

To burn in flightless wings
Angel kissed with Friday night wishings
And take the bitterness pill that life has in hand
But never...

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On a shelf above his bed,
Looking like a fountain,
Henry has what has become
A little tissue mountain.

Each tissue gets one wipe or blow
And then it joins the pile,
A mound that had been growing
For much more than just a while.

When asked if I could clean it up,
The...

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I dream in color.
Shades of grey mix to form shadows of black and white.
Pictures melt together like wax candles on a strawberry birthday cake.
I like roses, the red ones flecked with black tear drops.
The one's with scars and stains that refuse to fade with time.
I...

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death took her from me
my adoring wife
I try not to cry
   there's no one to refill
   my empty tissue box


4/14/13...

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Oh, the wounds, the gaping wounds
The wounds that never truly heal
Merely self-sutured, leaving jagged scars
left to swell, ooze and re-infect
A temporary stop-gap, a leaking dam
built to hold back the raging river of pain...

Oh, would that the scars would explode,
burst open and gush out
Gush out in...

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Though it has been five and twelve years
and you are both now tucked safely deep
in the unfathomed depths of sub-conscious
At times you still invade troubled dreams

Oozing cold sweat; wrestling unseen demons
Jolting half awake and bolting upright
(No-no-no-why-where have you gone)
I find it placed conveniently at arm's...

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Spare change was rare at our house when I was a lad,
But you could bet on it, when I got a quarter from my Dad,
I didn't blow it on mundane things like a baseball or a mitt!
I flew to the local Five and Dime to...

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Red Nose, Swollen Eyes 
No more time for me to care 
Next box not empty


4/10/13...

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Counting crows crackle to be free
The cauterized blessing you sold to me
Hangs by the door nail in tombstone majesty

What did we say
When blackholes stripped breath away
Are the promises murdered in flight
Sharpening again in poise of night

Electronic souls dash and torn
The emblem of false exchange is...

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Obscurity's trenchant
     sorrows blotting 
        tissue paper cuts,
tears aptly smeared
    in hidden fears of
        first dashed allusions,
darkly flippant metaphors
     ...

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