Short Flagstaff Poems

The power of dissent
  —a true measure of our freedom

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)...

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There once was a small young man from Flagstaff

Whose girl said he was too short by one half.

He devised plan giving others great laugh

For with big grin

His stilts did win

The hand of this beautiful blond distaff...

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Striving to be anonymous,
  the hole got deeper still

Ties were broken, ropes were cut,
  less water in the well

Alone within my loneliness
  the darkness came at last

The wish, I wish, I’d wished away
  —had captured me at last

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)...

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Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
  old questions trailed behind me

The highway marked with broken dreams 
  of searchers long ago

As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
  the sun reached out and grabbed me

My last horizon dropping fast
  —the finish line aglow

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)...

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TAO 
Tao 
To Flagstaff 

Jesus 
moneyless 
homeless 
hateless 
how can I really hate you 
if I am numb and there are icicles 
in me 
how can I really hate you 
as much as you deserve particles 
of dust 
motes smoteing freely forming 
in all of the city 
dirty city 
Love gone 
Jesus 
TAO 

Charles Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice...

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I Can? 

I can? 
A girl hated me in Flagstaff 

I can. 
I can like you a little. 
I can like you a lot. 
I can even begin to love you,a little, if I must. 
But I do not have to like any of your friends. 
I can even try to now pretend. 
That there is no one else but I. 
My love is somewhere in my heart. 
And in my thoughts. 

Charles Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice...

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I live in places  
  you’ve never seen

And sleep in nightmares
  you’ve never dreamed

I choose in dimensions
  above either or

Beyond the pain
  you can endure

My memory lapses
  in moments freed

But fate imprisons
  all I see

Escape an option, death allowed,
  but only if I’m willing

To marry freedom’s hope denied
   —and damn my soul’s foretelling

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)...

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The Monkey And The Woman 

The monkey and the woman 
Smoke swirling, 
out of burnt nostrils. 
Clouds exhaled, 
out of female lungs. 
Looks(better than a poodle). 
Not young or old not bad. 
Between drinks,carrying a purse. 
Walking to her next rendevous. 
The woman of Flagstaff, 
dismissed the monkey. 
No love for you. 
But no way am I sad. 
The part I am missing, 
is still somewhere in my future. 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice...

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