I am in love with goddess of the moon, Though I am of another pantheon, I sacrifice myself to her instead – Leaving my dead tree for her soft embrace * Her cat-yawned stretch figure touches my heart, She the protector of the sun, soft fur, And I the wolf chaser of other stars Still,Continue reading “Mixing Mythos”
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Hiaku for James
Old man on guitar electric marshal on stage ancient at twenty-eight
Blue-Stained Skies
We beat back the long grey clouds stretching out coating the tops of our skyscraper world and put down hard blankets of the deep chill reaching through the flat-light afternoons to earth. * Long hours long nights long roads long horizons November-February skies mix together into mate tombstone paintings until time strips away mistakes inContinue reading “Blue-Stained Skies”
Poem for the Man on the Corner Again
Pastiche People I have seen all this before, without you. Echo children, they fit us together. Did you think this was the very first time here? Easily broken men, this might never end. Patchwork people, shadows in the moonlight Broken records repeat for new partners Old jokes used before slid them in again TheContinue reading “Poem for the Man on the Corner Again”
Poem for a young Jew
Timeless Do you say you think that I look timeless? Dark rings, dark circles, shadows round and round My brow lined with other people’s secrets She tells me Jewish men never look young. Is it the beard that hides my too round cheeks? Or the scalp peeking through my too thin hair? TheContinue reading “Poem for a young Jew”
Matching Haikus
Matching Haikus, observations of a rainy day Birdies land on Sun drenched fence chains in the rain Saying chick-a-dee? * Doggie runs in mud Playing every way he can Saying look at me * Kitty runs up tree She is watching birdie sing Saying she feels free * Man falls flat on ass Limbs flailingContinue reading “Matching Haikus”
Poem for the Oliver Jones trio at the Bistro
Poem for The Oliver Jones Trio at the Jazz Bistro 11/24/2016 Poetry is Jazz, the words we don’t say. Missing beats and rhythms of fractured minds – Playing the tunes that hang between our words But the truth is, nobody listens to jazz anymore. * Rhythm, deviation, improvisation. Squeeze tight, the world slipping between fingersContinue reading “Poem for the Oliver Jones trio at the Bistro”
Prose Poem: The endless sentence challenge
Bullseye I spill ink and watch it fill in the cracks inside me looping around and around in my mind and watch as the lines carve themselves into circles within circles that fill themselves with all the insane useless information that takes up so much space within my brain because my life is a seriesContinue reading “Prose Poem: The endless sentence challenge”
