Words
On my Mom’s dying
She saw my first breath.
I saw her last.
And,
in between,
many days of
smiles, shouts,
puddles, clouds
thoughts
deluded, denuded,
eluded...
Tree in Winter
You will be here again. Your eyes
closed in brightening light from
a window, open in winter. Magenta
blooms lidded, your forehead held
by a shoulder put forward...
If I Could Fight
Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race
It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
to william
Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...
Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end
You know...
I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living
I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving
You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...
Going Back to Bed
Going back to bed
is the ultimate adult dream
Subject of snooze button thoughts
Excuses
Reasons they may have closed...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...
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...
