The Librarian

That madam librarian you were looking for
just left the building –

I refuse
to categorize my men by
the dewy decimal system, that
would mean having to sort and shelve-

I prefer instead
to cherish a good read
then donate the hardback
to charity –

bkmackenize
copyrighted 2008

Posted for the Poetry Pantry's second chance poems at Poet's United.

Confessions: If I...

If I felt it possible to conquer you
I’d head right out to fight the war
But this being so far from the truth
I willing surrender you that privileged score

If I felt that I could pass you by
I’d give you not one solitary thought further
But with this being, but a blatant lie
I succumb to my contemplative splendor

And If I felt you were not worth the price
I’d leave this besotted world debt and burden free
But as the swallow sings freedom overhead
I know he is merely mocking, that fool who breathes in me

For to conquer you, would constitute my losing
Passing you by, this not even choice
And as for price, what price should not be paid?
When the heart finally comes to know - the lover’s voice


bkmackenzie 2010
copyrighted.....

Clocktime and Cocktails

1.


Clocktime and burnt candles
measure our affair
I prefer sundials and beeswax
you pillars of aromatherapy-
masking digital interests


Bees fill the garden-
the sun methodically kisses the dial-
scents linger;
It’s all borrowed time


2.


My heart landed in your
martini on the rocks
right as you screamed,
“I said blended”
dropping
the glass to the floor
shattered

my heart beats slow
wedged between
two cubes
I felt myself
slipping away
pleaing
as you
sliced your
olive

bkmackenzie