#430. forgetting the coffee

November 12, 2010

saying
goodbye 
my morning
leaving sadness
recedes so quickly
with your hot hot kiss
that i have to stay to say
goodbye to you a little longer

#326. commerce

July 17, 2010

dawn stalks me
and stalls my dreams
the red light breaks
my heart with its strength
the dog licks my toes
i rise and put myself together
for another drab day
of doing deals

the sweet evening seems so far off

#299. earth and swan

June 20, 2010

for myself as papa
without my kids again
midfathers day laughing
with lover wife playing
tug of war with the dog
i still know the truth
of the experience heart
love and time gave us
my children and will
wait as long as i can
as you need

#282. rachael

June 3, 2010

the pure water
sparkled less than you did
giggling at two minutes
an old soul teaching me
about the sun through the flecks
of dust on a morning
alive with gold
a tall summer tree rustling
in your waking breaths
is the moment of gift
which is all the fire
that i have of you
daughter

sweet and sweeter
dreamin’ in bed in brookland
by the side of my lover
day dawning bright morning
naaaathin’ to do
but hang with you
the whole borough
beckoning
gently
as the rain
which may come
later

#185. blizzard

February 26, 2010

quiet this morning
snow quiet
almost silent

enjoying
isolation
thick
warm
anonymous

just another flake
hoping the thaw
never comes

#141. Age & Acid

January 13, 2010

Standing,
twenty minutes.
Endless night. Old man on
the corner. Silent winter ends
in light.

Mostly America
doesn’t comb its hair
in the morning.

confined by time
we are liberated by the power
of the moment.

break the ice
on the surface of the water trough.
the goat
is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn
don’t want to share.

this snow pea weather
snaps my amygdala
across time

i am wide eyed

staring up through ice
at grey beard me

#103. Confined By Time

December 6, 2009

confined by time
we are liberated by the power
of the moment.

break the ice
on the surface of the water trough.
the goat
is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn
don’t want to share.

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