The Calendar Remembers

by Chris Arcus

copyright 2011

The calendar remembers your guilt
Your diary remembers the fight you had
The day the robin died
That sniffle that broke into a cough
The itch around your ankles
From too much sun
The way your hair keeps flopping over
Until you had your haircut done
That feeling in your eyes and nose
In spring the pollens and the roses
So many times before
This seems like somebody else’s life
Not my own.
Its not the first time anymore
But everything is new
As I struggle against it all
To make a dream come true.

"Miss Madeline In The Bedroom," by Chris Arcus, copyright 2011

Dream Forest

by Chris Arcus

copyright 2010

…

I don’t care if I lose you

in the forest of my dreams

wander through the marsh

Lost

Swim the pool

Talk to the fool

On the hill

Return with no answers

Not remember where you have been

The wise man has no answers

Only questions

Absolute certainty

Is the refuge of an idiot

Or their salvation

Clinging to driftwood mirage

Tricks the mind plays

All the calculation and scheming

Unable to escape the feeling

that started it all.

The search for solid rock

To fool me into believing

That I can delay

Disappointment

Abolish doubt

And return to believing all is well

Which is the feeling

I coveted

and can just as easily gain

Just by letting go

of the notion

That I needed anything at all

To make me feel that way.

To prevail

Don’t always climb the mountain

Sometimes go around it.

Or stay right where you are

And watch it crumble into dust

Wander the woods following birds

Curl up under the bent boughs

of mother fir tree

Sleep the night

And wake without a memory

Of any care

The days before

CA 1-07