I figured you might be getting tired of my 13 first lines from 13 poems routine, to I mixed it up a bit. Here are 13 LAST lines from 13 original poems. And I'd be happy to share any of these whole poems on my next Monday Poetry Train. If memory serves, only one of these is a published poem, the rest are simply hanging out.
my guilty pleasures
bend to let the moth storms in
escaped from cages after stoned nights of apathy
when things fell unclean around us
every other thing
is a holy relic. and i am the suffering christ.
we lose touch with our feet
in the courtyard
beasts join us
praying that we didn’t ruin a good thing
praying that there will be good things to come
your laughing eyelashes
teasing angels as they plant cedar trees
in beaded robes
if he could be my body guard
I’d have another drink
round like a heart beat dangling in
the hopeful future
your pen is beautiful arrangements
your music too
i draw puzzles for words
and hurt all over like a woman
when we fall free and easy
most memorable kiss
you are inside
on a fine christmas shopping day
tender butterfly taking off
I love my love it is what I have
when your heart is missing the point
Most of these were written in 2001 and 2002, when I was a better poet then I am today. It was in my life more often. But I seem to be coming back to it.
Have a great weekend.