you think you know me yet, my job is to become someone you don’t know

I remain, listening. The slither of a snake, the soft hiss of rain down tin, I hear it. I taste it, metallic, sugar-sweet, a memory from some distant time. The love of a history, the kiss of a past. My peace fulfilled, my heart light….

Waves push past tentacles Quivering in clear blue Waves thick with life. Circular flow Down Up Undulating gazpacho De mer la vive. Silence not silent. Not silent. Loud clattering Pushing Bumping City of ancient life In a silent sea.

He came to town one Thursday all dirty, wild and worn. His steed was lithe and sturdy His clothes were slightly torn.   People started whispering as townsfolk often do: Was this bloke a traveller? or from that mining crew?   He settled in the local…

Late-Night Talk Show Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you. Thank you. What a great crowd. Not like last night’s. We have a wonderful show for you tonight. Speaking of the President, have you seen his ratings lately? Where are you from? Indiana? How do…

My genre poem, complete with cliche: Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys? It was going so well with the handsome prince who came to save her until she met the dragon.

sailing over the moon… the moon trembles under his oars… their boat creates a moon eclipse before the waterlily leaves…  

fishing… troubling the moon… after the swim of a few fishes creating an eclipse a red-eared slider… troubling the fishing rod only the wind… the fisherman wakes up from dreamy reflections  

The last of my kind And it’s all my fault. Trapped in the war I brought to a halt. And so on I travel Along the time stream In subconscious hopes That I can be redeemed

after hours of watching a blooming magnolia… after good morning wishes soft moonlight