#278. so long obi wan

May 30, 2010

not having had
the masterclass today
i remember to notice
more dearly more
clearly the shadows
silhouettes and highlights
of sun at play on the waters
of the east river crinkling
dancing through me connected
in waves found in time
to show me a masterway
my ghosted way

#256. poetry

May 8, 2010

understanding
that burdens
are beauty
more poignant
than daffodils
and that truth
matters as much
as breath

then the words must flower
and flow

#222. wriddle

April 4, 2010

wasted
words have
written themselves and
why not
wrestle
with them
within the Endless

#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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