Hour 3 – 8:00 AM If love was your friend, then where did he go. I’ve loved many, but they too got old. Your impressive with that hair. That smile. But you let me down every time I see you howl. Your growl is…
Category: Marathon Poem
A New Galaxy
Climb on board Let’s take a trip Higher, higher Rising up. In between, Above, below And all around We fly. A new galaxy.
(iii)
new shoes: her memories, dead skin against my live one, (…and right now, she’s winning!)
“Second Coming”
A child’s fingers tying canvas shoelaces. Tentative steps out the door, Burdened with books, Fraught with anxiety, Answering uncertainly. A soldier’s fingers tying bootlaces. The smell of polish before morning parade. In the service of the nation, Orders are barked, and followed. With resentment,…
Elegy
The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? Yes, I must welcome this new winter of the world. I’ve shunned…
LA
Los Angles bound Back to movie town The place we go to be found Stars & Lights Where dreams are bright And people fade like the smoggy night LA bound Back to creature town The place u want to be
Cat and I Hour 3
It is still dark on Maui The birds haven’t started in yet My cat lounges close My behavior a study for him The fan whines in the quiet Here we are alone together The rest of the world cannot Does not exist I falter though…
Yes Chef
Young I am not. Eager, I am in droves. Sucking in as much knowledge as I can. Cramming as much as I can into this tiny mind. Hot pans and late nights make for never a dull moment. Eager bellies wait for no cook to…
my secret lover
my secret lover his morning song can consume me- dark blossom bouquet that burns through these dry cracks showers off my dirt makes me whole again; able to run in the meadow- when i close my eyes i can smell you blowing in the wind….
The Winter’s Breath.
The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? You stumble through the winter’s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints…