#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
#522. mid midnight
January 1, 2012
what is new
and what is old
in the eternal pause
of this daily rice and salt
happy some year this year
#402. another why
October 6, 2010
the way you laugh
in pure unguarded concentration
eyes shining stars
liquid music for your thirsty lover
a small thing
but beyond value
#398. afterglow
October 2, 2010
it is the evidence
now welling up
in your eyes
feeling the words
as emotion
you cry
thank you
#364. evening stroll
August 24, 2010
walking with you
cool august evening
brooklyn bridge view
your hand in mine sings
the lights of the heights
across the east river
as sharp as salt air
makes me tear up
#205. red crying
March 18, 2010
crying
the tears
drain
the eyes
stain
red
dreaming
the memories
drain
the dreams
stain
red
the dreamer
bleeds
red
#111. storm flies
December 14, 2009
away i spin
leaf on the enony edge
thunderhead crackles tear ducts mine face
shifts nexus
rain
i fly high and cry
a storm
that flies
for you.
#92. A Propensity
November 25, 2009
A Propensity
It’s been no time and all time.
But,
a frail ink tears out of my pen
to rain this page
with the sere memory of you
(Swan)
and knowing that our days passed by
as the quick game of pool we’ve played
over a beer and a shot of Jack;
I’ll see you on the dust-kicked road
to Greece and a hermitage that you
would share with me.
But,
Rather than lose the wars,
they settled on the spoils of boredom.
But,
Rather than lose faith,
they twisted your spine
into a hangman’s knot to die
(and die)
in the corner by your restless jacket.
But,
It’s been no time and all time.
