#476. not a science called the sparrowsong
July 16, 2011
education
the continuous
art of the start readin
writin rythm tickin curiosity
and all that jazz you read about
on the paper napkin the poet spoke
and fed her brain
#220. insomnia
April 2, 2010
straight drummer
beats
glass skins
breaks
into jazz
everything
will be the same
as it has been
tomorrow
except
almost
nothing
#51. Looking Inside
October 15, 2009
Looked inside your screen
door
and
there you were
graceful cool as jazz.
Looked inside your smile
awhile
and
found an ease
meant for me.
Looked inside your eyes
calm
gold to me
tho green to thee
and restless sea.
Looked inside your intelligence
your brilliance
and found aesthetics
honed to shape
a blade edged like mine.
Looked inside your laughter
and bright shouts
flighted fancy
as if they were
pots to be thrown.
Looked inside your heart
tho just a glimpse
still
you seem so familiar
future memory like home.
