#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#404. every morning

October 12, 2010

casting about
no excuses
must face
my face
mirror
mirror
my face
must face
no excuses
casting about

distortions never lie
dormant my reflection
always seems to cry

#403. what is jam?

October 10, 2010

vision
swiftly comes and goes
falling
fruit ripens on the tree

the days ascend my mind
spins its silvery webs
to trap worlds
within these
words

vision
slowly passes up and down
falling
fruit rots on the silent ground

the ancient
timeless whirlpool
tossing me
an old coca cola can
in an empty
six train car between canal
and spring
before summer and fall leads to winter

#371. more sun

August 31, 2010

pale day
in the hot sun
its the way living
people fade that bring
out the ancient forgotten
restless shades of gone new york

laying awake
with my life
ready to go

with the shades
of new york
flickering

black and white
almost
overwhelming

the traffic
and people
but all silent

as time
is terrible
and sweet

as the sharing
of words
often is

#347. fatigue

August 7, 2010

blurring
now and then
no time for knowing
mixing phrases and losing
words and names my vision
splitting my dream from my mind

#227. for my healers

April 9, 2010

wanting to sing
told i had no range
my voice was scarred
forced into silence.

my spirit once shamed
returns to the dance
which is the bridge
from my mind words
to my heart songs.

i know both shores.

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