the road is time
road is space
road is gravity too
crumble light into photons spread as a gravel path to now
the road is teacher
a patient road
only road is loyal

old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train

there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks

#555. short story

January 30, 2013

he said, the first time i look into your eyes
i must know that these eyes
may also be the last eyes
i see before the gift
is given to me.
she asked, what gift?
death.
then may i hold your hand?

#554. swan

January 15, 2013

swan
how is it
you left me
here on this earth
alone and remembering
tears are not just salt water
they are the sea

#550. sticky storm

October 30, 2012

sandy tossd the streets and canyons today
we walked and tar-smelled the life and that still gate
that yawns when the surge drives the early morning rain wind dark

#549. backwards from winter

September 29, 2012

backwards from winter

i break the ice
on the water trough
the goat is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn dont want to share

this snow pea weather snaps my amygdala
across time i stare up through
the ice at grey beard me
confined by time

i am wide eyed

#547. swansong

July 18, 2012

what was that song
or any of the songs you wrote and played with sad joy
the strings of your guitar still vibrate in me although
why you gave it up is an unknown tragedy
i know like i know my finger burns
when i hold it in the flame
of a burning candle
that friendship
and our adventure
our lives and love
still vibrates

you couldnt have a child
and so it goes you said in pain
and resignation and so i
named my only son
for you
swan

and in this moment the moon behind low clouds drifts over the brooklyn bridge

i could talk
but could not be heard
for the white flour clogging my veins
my face is caked cake with no sugar or dreams
old man rivers a barking dog to change the schedule by an hour
or an entire history of mirrors broken and so submerged sisyphus
you may follow or just take a picture or write a poem make a choice so
as a king i think this is it

#537. earth day

April 22, 2012

when i see the earth
in a picture taken from space
i realize that the planet doesnt need humans 
and may in fact be better off without us. save the earth? 
it doesnt need saving, what we really mean is save our place on the planet.
if we destroy our place in the ecosystem (along with nearly 
countless other species’ places) the earth 
will survive and continue on its 
evolutionary path thru time 
without us.

#534. tell me white wing

March 14, 2012

her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her

as we descend into dream 
no cruelty will matter 
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together

tell me white wing 
where do you take me tonight?

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