To hang stars one by one Sieving rust into glitter To build dreams from ashes To look for patterns in brocade and well worn paths of memory cutting through forests and fields and swimming through streams of tomorrows and navigating minefields of detached yesterdays Through snow and storms Until one day I remember everything, Whispers …
To my inner critic I offer you this Rolling Rock As an offering To leave my poem alone until it’s finished Of course You may say A proper poet, Would give you scotch To that I must say Perhaps I will be a proper poet someday If you stop interrupting me
Because it is 12 am and I should be sleeping, but … I’m dissecting words Letting them drift through my memory Until they settle where I want them So I guess you never will get the last word
The robin is certain Objectives will be met From consistent worms
Part 1 The angry clouds stir for the storm Vents release And Explode I watch the thunder with awe What will be torn away? What will remain? In the wind twisting rotting limbs Empty buildings boarded up for the storm Ripped open and Left behind to be studied by anthropologist and poets I know what …
It is easy here Watermelon and cut grass And war on T.V.
Everyone Everywhere knows Someone like you Someone like me Someone or a few And Everyone Everywhere has been Someone like you Someone like me Wondering through yet Everyone Everywhere Under the stars Indifferent to me And watchful of you as All of us Everywhere Everyone knew As rare as we are The near and the …
It’s funny Waiting for connections Like riding the night bus Windows open The air the quality of just beyond understanding And yet Waiting for it to wind around Stop This is where I get off This is where I come from Where I’m going I’m here
Roses are red And Violets are blue I want nothing to do with you You’ve made your bed We are through I hate you more than gum on my shoe I know what you’re thinking … No! That can’t be said I have no idea what goes on in that crazy ass head I’m sure …
Ironically The collector Overwhelmed Overindulged Distracted by a shadow out of the corner of her eye Names discarded from memory in spite of affections
The rising tide 