Words of Acadiana

 Your ghost keeps me up at night  Smokes in my room  I smell it  That olfactory trigger  Memories develop like Polaroids  Moments frozen in time  Like smiles on celluloid  Black and white dreams  Laughter echoes my empty room  I fell for the hologram that was your love  Vanished as quickly as it came  So I strike up a match  Invite that ghost to hang a while  Perhaps he will tell me things  You were not evolved enough to say  Smoking with ghosts  Exhaling my grief  Rising from the ashes  That have fallen to the floor 

 My eyes gaze  At a sinking desert sun  The light is blinding  So pure  My heart is filled with love and longing  In equal measure  The love of you lingers  The longing moves in so quickly  An aching takes residence  In your absence  Dry earth  Then the flood  Moods shifting like the weather  A desert is like love  Rewarding and punishing simultaneously  I wander this desert of my own making  Screaming to the skies above  To bring me your love  To let it fall down upon me  My life force  I wear your embrace like a bruise  Slow to fade after the moment has expired  Things that don’t mean shit to you  Swallow my entire existence  You carved your name into my heart  Now I need you to lick the scar  Make your way back to me  This desert is meant for two  One just doesn’t do  These dark necessities are feeding on me  C’mon reach for my han...

Coffee in my glass Horses in my dreams  Equine energy  In waves like the sea  I was born of the desert  Hell and high water  I’ve crawled across dry earth  Scaled my mountains of hurt  To bring to you this version  Searching for requited love  It’s there for your taking  Should you so choose  Mud and Sun formed me  To fall in love with you  Piss and vinegar mask my tender heart  Your face is my shelter  This love, my truest art  So come on and love me  My silly boy  Make it all feel worthwhile  Come on and love me  My blue eyed boy  Make me hang around for a while.   

 Sometimes in the healing process, you have to cut ties. It’s wonderful how things well up inside of us when we are ready to confront the work.