#396. recovery act

September 29, 2010

exhausted
by others’ search
for black and white
truth i reach for facts
hidden deep beneath market
driven emotions disguised as patriotism

i breath deeply
extend both hands
smile at my neighbor

#216. lastly st. louis

March 29, 2010

lastly
i thought
and then
time and its
gentle and cynical
mysteries
with ghosty
neighborhoods
lost virgin loves
a long gone cook’s sandwiches
never eaten again
deeply felt haircuts gifted
by mariannes in storefronts
where piles of groceries
undrunk liquor
in empty bottles
wait out the snowstorm
of cousins young
before their
time
freezes and revisits
its harsh and sentimental
mysteries
lastly
i thought

#149. mariah

January 21, 2010

the wind has control of time
restrains or extends the pain
or the rain through the roof

what help can the stranger
the neighbor be?

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