again buds burst out
while winds still blow bitter cold.
how many more times.
Crouched on the rooftop
Snow covered robin awaits
The morning or death
your red umbrella
hope there's no rain tomorrow
we kissed, you forgot
Quiescent with life
splashes of splendid color
swim in its haven
salt around the rim
each red sip ticking away
Bloody Mary clock
the calmness before
a thunderstorm ? best time to
cradle a romance
Dead. Each bubble cries
tears of gold. Drunken first kiss,
your pull-tabs. New wife.
Coasters, black. Day's end.
Brass bright beer, the old washed wood,
air says tomorrow.
The grand old oak tree,
gnarled trunk, climbing frame of youth,
leers at the aged me.
Oaks hold their dead leaves --
Little, brittle wishes -- but
Seeds hold more than hope.
black coffee brewing
scent of bacon fills the room
a ghost longs for life
budding souls queue up
receive mortal masks to wear
tossed out at random
Bric-a-brac brooding
on lost time ? strain as hard as
the snow falls gentle.
today's joy unfolds
quiet gladness celebrate
under summer moon
People stand in lines,
waiting to wait in others.
Traffic to life's end.
Desolation in
the wood. The winter moon shows
only death tonight.
man versus nature
like a child against parents
young and ignorant
Lines like young Pollock
rising, dust the page's face
under high love songs.
one day spring appears--
dirt, sun, rain, the tilt of Earth--
it lives beyond words
Corrupt bronze, limp dust.
A stagnant eternity,
a ceaseless haunting.
westward setting sun
the moon rising right on time
one crow, my night friend
Noisy future, past -
silence, in the present tense -
Here is where I Live.
Power shifts with years.
The place of poverty stays
Despite shifty Time.
Aging white cement
Peeking over great black clouds
Old moon's glowing scalp
when the faucet drips
on the plains of Africa
someone dies of thirst
For ten years I write
one poem. Now, pale winter
snow edits my lines.
visiting hour
at the women's cancer ward-
nurse averts my gaze
The man with his brush
Writes on the moonlit surface.
Shadows come alive.
a love in silence
burning hot and fast for years
flickers, fades away
hummingbird's feeding
spring, youth and stolen kisses
taste of sweet nectar
leaves abandon trees
empty branches wave farewell--
you moved out today
ripped space time fabric
countdown in black hole maelstrom
compulsive hoarding
Lost a special friend
through holy matrimony
Time to find anew.
Dust and furniture
one particle at a time
slowly reunite
ginger incense speaks
air bubbles catching moments
which words cannot hold
flock of wild geese drifts
under the late autumn moon
ghosts of my young life