Tentative steps, unrehearsed, moving awkwardly. Gaining pace, each other’s grace lends fluidity Half-remembered forms returning as the music plays, Confidently stepping forward, trusting each to know the way. Heading for that vital moment, landing blind in perfect time, Tempo heating up, the movement coming forth from…

The great Joker has come back With all his tricks The great conjuror Of all misfortunes He’s stuck on my back And want me to go full on To the end of my track Where there is nothing left And all abound Here and there…

Echo forth, the staccato notes of Xylophone strikes in frantic Time, pinging off the Eardrum’s taut skin and Merging with the pounding of the Pulse that beats somehow Off-tempo with the Rumba rhythm of the Aortic bagpipes, that Never-ceasing song of Ever-decreasing length, with Osseous…

The time goes fast it won’t last

Your eyes don’t know where to turn So many colours and shining all around I am a flock of seagulls Flying away from haven And hoping for a better place To fly and rest in all colours A place where they look invisible And no…

HOUR TWENTY POEM # 20 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON LUCKY DUCK There is a little duck, We will name Buck. His mother almost died, We all stood and cried. A miracle was given, Momma is still livin. Now this little duck, We will name luck….

In contrast to our past lovemaking; we don’t talk; Instead, we act; My mouth goes to work on her breasts; While her hand heads further down; As does mine; We stroke each other; Faster and faster; Faster; I am hers, I think; I’m her bitch;…

I’ve started composing poems in my dreams, But they shatter upon waking and are unusable. My arms are laden with gifts in the other world, But through the portal they cannot pass, And my hands are empty when I arrive on this side. But no…

William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson were discovered in spite of the lack of a Poetry Marathon. (Emily was actually discovered posthumously) And all the poet greats in between lived lives of napping and eating and working and raising children. They were not trying to be…

I see them Those memories They flash in non-linear fashion A long line up of regret One soul Losing in dreams Lasting in drama Drifting thru past lives In the present name I see them A line of lovers Friends betrayed Friends believed in Long lists…