talk to me…

talk to me of soaring birds being
pulled skyward by whispers of string
flapping wings to pull them higher

bring me butterflies bouncing
around in some sacred, secret, dance
that only makes sense to them

clutch my hand in yours and pull it
close to your lips, your warm moist breath
sending shivers and twitches down to the
base of my spine

hold me firm as I stare deep into your eyes
feel the stutter and jump in the pit of my stomach
I have no wings or strings and I cannot
fly as high as you take me

spare me your siren’s song, i will follow you
to the the towering heights of forever
with the silent gesture of
your arms around my neck and an ever-so-soft kiss

glb /// “talk to me…”
originally published 07/30/2015

sequoias

bubbles and water droplets
caught by dappled sunlight
through hundred year old
sequoias,
their majesty mutes,
we reach around the trunk,
in silence,
just to see how far we can go,
in awe of something so simple,
whispers and giggles of delight
meet the thick, clinging, fog,
as it uncoils itself from
the ocean and wraps around
all beings in its path,
the trees soar to the roof of
this cathedral, all present
bow heads and give thanks
to mother nature for allowing
this awe inspiring experience

glb /// “sequoias”
originally published 05/12/2014

catch on to

i want to reach out and catch on to something
red, black, green, blue… anything
that is going by
pulling me with it,
on to places
unknown
full of wonder
birds and lights
music and bright motorcycles
driving headlong into the night
filled with stars and the scent of moon flowers
all disappearing at the sign of first light
returning me to my perch when i will continue
my search for something to catch on to

glb /// “catch on to”
originally published 02/24/2014

sleepless 4 of 4

i hate waking up to that feeling
deep, deep in the night
the nagging, gnawing
wraith of a thought
that isn’t gone

that the nasty fucker that
i thought i was rid of
is still just hanging around
biding its time

then it will come back
with a vengeance
to finish what it started

it doesn’t happen very often
but sometimes I let
myself wander off
into the farthest
corners of my mind
i discover these little ideas
lying around

those are the things that
nightmares are really
made of

glb /// “sleepless 4”
originally published 04/06/2006

sleepless 3 of 4

to my bed
to my sleep
to my slumber
that eludes me

my frustration
has returned and
grows with every minute
i toss or turn or read
to hopefully bring it on

the sheep
have been corralled
and no longer make calls

i have turned
to other help
night after night after night

while the sleep
comes in fits
the rest never arrives
i wake to the
mind-splitting glare
that creeps through curtains

here’s where
my desperation
really shows through
where the chinks
in my armor
start to rust and chip away
i expose my reality to the world

glb /// “sleepless 3”
originally published 04/05/2006

sleepless 2 of 4

i was trying to figure out
how much promethazine
it would take to stop my pain

and i started thinking about
what happens to you when you
have the ability to save someone’s life
and you don’t

you just stand aside and
let everything run its course
as though you never existed

that later in your life
you start to believe
that because you didn’t do something
you somehow have
exempted yourself
from being part of a world
that is allowed to live
as if that was the moment
you decided whether or not
life was worth it

glb /// “sleepless 2”
originally published 04/05/2006

sleepless 1 of 4

i can feel you hiding there
on the corner of the bed
with your knifelike incisors
dripping to sink yourself
into my flesh
into my night
disrupting my dreams
waiting until i’m
comfortable with the
covers and pillows
before you are ready
to do your dirty work
i can hear you there
beginning your tiny moan
at the back of my throat
that will turn into a whimper
then a sob
as you have your way with me and
i spend another few hours
tossing and turning and
ruining the rest of my day
before it even gets started

glb /// “sleepless 1”
originally published 04/04/2006

what i know now

what I know now
I have to love myself first
I can’t heal without it
I can’t expect it to come
only from someone else
I have to find it within myself
I have to be open and honest about
what I’m going through
I have the right to expect that
from others
It’s ok to be scared
it’s ok to be vulnerable
It’s ok to ask for help
It’s ok to stand up for myself
It’s ok to walk away if I need to
all of these are necessary
plus 101 million others

glb /// “what i know now”
originally published 03/28/2019

a conversation of sorts

i shake my head
with great fury
trying to get
your voice
out of it

no use,
so i raise my chin
and prepare
for whatever
is to come next

i cannot see any
action for all the
faith i have in you
but i still believe

we will come to a point
where what we say
is what we mean
and that will be
a tragedy
when we realize
how little there is
to say
when we finally
arrive at it

glb /// “a conversation of sorts”
originally published 07/27/2014