the town is grey-blue. grey-blue billows out of bushes and sidewalks the wind pushes it around and birds use it to get high. the town is silently clamoring full of sound and void Change caterpillars through generations, eating and leaving behind. freedom hopscotches up the road I can feel its exponential approach as I wait Continue reading “small town connection”
Category Archives: poems
Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing
Love, that great deceiver that great door-slammer, that great window-opener that great-great-carpenter, that great-great-great-oarsman, honing rippling forearms and bulging pectorals, straining hard against the temptation of violence, rowing predator over water under sky. blue is the color of heartbreak, dead is the shade of life sprouting upwards out of shiny shed snakeskin, two round holesContinue reading “Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing”
two eyes bobbing
two eyes bobbing on the great salt sea, the great salt sea lapping infinitely out to the end of the horizon. maybe there is a dock with two little feet swinging, a line cast, hopeful into the blue waiting to catch an iris or two then cast back, free to bob again, lone lookers quenchedContinue reading “two eyes bobbing”
Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar
one,still freshly dripping. salt cuts the lines under eyes/over glued lashes, now drooping, now laden with crystalline ending. “that sucked,” says the younger, “what an awful way to die.” “Could it be worse?” says the older while taking a seat at the bar. the tender wipes down his glasses, looks hard, indifferent — the womenContinue reading “Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar”
Lion Tamer
Lion tamer, what’s your aim? Lion tamer, is it all a game? Built for the sport of the circus-going sort Who house the sad clowns with their makeup painted right side round So at last they might surrender to the pleasure of the crowd? Get lost in that sound… Filthy beggar, pick yourself up offContinue reading “Lion Tamer”
Hummingbird
Little hummingbird at the feeder, What’s your time? What’s your meter? How do you move so fast and so slow? How do you know the things you know? It seems I’m just a slave to beauty… Or at least lead by the nose by beauty… Tall lighthouse, spiral stairs inside your door I think I’veContinue reading “Hummingbird”
“Le Prof”
mon coeur qui travaille, il n’y a pas de soulagement. j’apprends le langue de toi, tous les jours, fidèlement tu ne comprends pas le profondeur de mon amour ne me quitte pas, prend-toi mon coeur! je suis romantique, romantique c’est vrais j’ai seulement ces mots, du miel, et du lait j’attends la douceur d’un amoureuxContinue reading ““Le Prof””
blue eyes
they say idle hands are the devil’s playground that idle mind, like fallow field, will Explode with nature’s chaos, leading to eternal ruin? how then, when I am still how is it then that my mind tiptoes back to your eyes Divinity-blue when allowed to wander? tide your truth to me, an ocean for meContinue reading “blue eyes”
Ode to Shamhat
Debussy twinkles through my ear Preserved like champagne like the epic of birds courting each other like sunlight sifting through virga descending soft and true and timeless upon whatever dares grow upon this shifting planet I haven’t read much poetry lately But have made efforts to listen to opera In my mind this is aContinue reading “Ode to Shamhat”
with any luck
with any luck, love will come dripping through your curtains like first light in autumn crisp and pure as an apple. love will seek out your thighs like a little dog looking for the perfect place to dream, will stick to your fingers like summer’s first s’more, will hand you a quarter for the neighborhoodContinue reading “with any luck”
