#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

tell me wind
do you dry the tears
shed thru injustice

answer me fire
does flame burn hope
locked in concrete

inform me water
does your song lift spirit
bound by steel

convince me earth
is dust the reward for life
lived in chains

speak to me wood
will creation not welcome
life home

#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

i am the caretaker
of my father’s tears
my mother’s clay face
doused his fire
the grass grows long
over her ashes

oh death
the changes you bring
are hard to bear
but those same changes
are hope and beauty

the air is somehow
sweeter now

#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.

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