Words
Two Minutes to Midnight
Under the super-blue-blood-moon the truth eclipsed,
Two minutes left to love you
( time enough, perhaps, to contemplate , why ..
Just footsteps in to...
in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)
and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going...
Thanksgiving
Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn,
reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield
Thanks for hold buttons, for forced
moments to focus...
The failure in our living
Dying where we stand,
slouched, our eyes closed,
hands covering our ears,
one could almost imagine
the world has stopped revolving,
a silent protest
against our collective indifference
of the rot...
Result Of The Utterance
Every single thing that is alive communicates.
All that lives from bees to trees, harmonyfrom root and branch to you and memust one way or...
Notes From the Hanged Woman
Face it, we’re wind
From womb to the blue prom.
Remember me licking
Cream off your belly?
I swing soft breasts
Over the bones of the forgotten.
Creation and death
Harbor...
Postscript
Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream.
Some days the sun sings I’m...
Going Back to Bed
Going back to bed
is the ultimate adult dream
Subject of snooze button thoughts
Excuses
Reasons they may have closed...
What I saw
I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...
hewn and hallowed
full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw
back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...
For the Sake of Strangers
No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...
