One two three four walls Sometimes white sometimes grey always full of holes I wake up I eat I sleep I wake up I write I sleep I wake up I read I sleep One two three four walls Sometimes a cage sometimes the world…

I am writing this note A missive, I guess To say I’ll be leaving tomorrow My time has now passed It’s over and done And there aren’t minutes left here to borrow I gave you my all, all my time and tears My best and…

  Interpretation and understanding reside When the Word itself—is inverted As Truth is said to—confide The meaning must be converted   Fixed in the opposite order For light to shine in darkness Interpreted by its own author But by the mirrored image’s strangeness   Strangeness…

  Prophets speak words— divine Rulers of both good and evil One, congealed, one: sign Prophets of Baal— do reveal Highest knowledge—to bind Evil words inverted— concealed To the one of the most high— Solemn words alike— revealed   Oh! Wisdom how you speak! For…

You are my darkness clothed in red I am you rain clothed in green You yell I silence Both filled with pain Both dust and cries Not the distance The gap will keep us forever Apart

“Possibly with a blank sheet of paper enclosed, by way of explanation.” Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D.Salinger. When did I lose control? When exactly, did my life Start careening mindlessly Among the debris of stars That have fallen to pieces Around me?…

A long run at dawn begins with a purpose Where sunlight and courage last meet Smiles through the tears, as feet hit the pavement For all those that accepted defeat Each sunbeam from Heaven, a gift from beyond With angels carrying the runner with grace…

* Sensual poem warning 18 or older* Fierce thrills, I close my eyes Feeling the rush consume me Sight returns fluttering lids To an empty bed Where I wait for you To come for me. Heart outstretched like open arms A fantasy of breath Skin…

We have a chronic case of Right place, wrong time. Spending 12 years just missing each other. Just missing each other at the store, The bars downtown, The bed we used to share. Holding tight to the two years we got together.   I get…

Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…