There are No Words for This, But a Poet Has to Try

    How can a jig Encapsulate life? Two measures tear me up, Tighten my throat Capsize my heart so it floats upside down in my chest, Rudder aloft and sails under water. It starts with the swallowtails, of course, Dipping and diving for insects…

Hour eleven

Run, Run, Run!   Run, run, run! or else they will go ahead the competition is fierce   Oh! Don’t take a break to breathe by the bay   Run, run, run! or else you would miss the train to the destination   Oh! Don’t…

At Red They Start To Scream

    Autumn red, and the silent leaves Release that rustle which is a scream for them. Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red; they scream. Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand; His red blood spills; she screams….

Life in RED

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Black Widow Teaches

  Out here in the desert, Everybody bites, pinches, or stings. When my hound learned rattlesnakes were bad (I was grateful for the fence between them) My neighbor taught me to Pin its head and neck with something heavy Decapitate it with a shovel (don’t…

Hour eight

Would you never   Would you never try to seek everything thou left to me? Would you never tell me thy existence was based on this love?   Form- Golden shovel (Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake)

theres a dance in the old dame yet

Quote for The Golden Shovel form: “theres a dance in the old dame yet” from don marquis’ archy and mehitabel by now you really ought to know theres ways and means to this getting along a willingness to dance when it may turn out wrong…

Journey’s End

When we took on the world it was just us two Hard to believe we’d trod so many roads Hard to believe that our paths have now diverged We had the perfect journey to believe in It started with sunlight so bright in lights of…

Hour six

It’s one of those nights when I try to forget you (when I try to set free the stars of your memory)   The ink flows and speaks of you   you become my muse   And I’m left with a notebook full of you….

The Art of Self Definition

So now you look at me like you never knew How could you not? I speak the way I’ve always spoken  Dress and walk and posture the same  I saw the same affections as ever There has been no reason to question me, never  You…

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