#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?

#528. afterglowing

January 17, 2012

cast twilight as an hour and inspiration withers time
embrace twilight as the change it is and inspiration knows no temporal limit
the little death has passed and he feels again the pressure of thought
she still holds the languid wave of him within her needing no more
writing the muse is the seduction of addiction telling beauty

telling beauty 
all believe 
do not
you?

#467. dreamtime

March 28, 2011

another early memory
to chastise and beguile me
so it often begins
and will eventually end
sometimes even before
my wife falls asleep
much to her delight
because she feels
the kisses are much sweeter
when she is awake

how can i help but agree

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#436. light in the woods

November 19, 2010

the day
to day alone
missing the time
spent with you smiling
across the live web world
time is well earned at work

i can see the sweet hair
curl on the back of your neck
 

#431. it’s elementary

November 13, 2010

i am learning 
great days
seawood
smoky
air
pigments thick on my fingers
ancient childs brushes alive
are
stroking
grey canvas
all opening up

#428. hypnogogic reverie too

November 10, 2010

very nearly
leaping into dreaming
the fog of the day clears
finally i can think
through my eyelids

everytime you call my name
i am awake 
 

#426. for daring girl

November 8, 2010

scars are our stories
tears also have their own feel
under our tender fingertips
stand proud in the glass
that is a braver poetry
than closing our eyes
to our own beauty

#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

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