#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

#255. american beauty

May 7, 2010

so hard
is half yr beauty
but yr charm
comes from not trying
hard at all

graceful bloom
i know yr name

#15. Weekly

September 11, 2009


watching young women
laughing even
frowning over newspaper.
They melt forward in time
to luminous age
still life active
backwards sculpture
reverse rodin.

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