It is in the West, those silks of air move the earth, Make it seem as if they float along its surface. Ah, the lies they spread such ways to…
for, b. It seemed a day like any other, though A nightingale had seen the night change The garden’s air, the space of its paths, The nature of even the…
A man covets a Matisse that reminds him Of a blond virgin girl whom he saw once And has lived with the idea of deflowering her Since. And though it…
I watch as you read shadows Broken only at significant moments By illumines deep understanding In the marriage of light and dark attains As a natural phenomenon of being invisible.…
We are committed to living in this world, Not by choice but by the happenstance of existence, To slowly accept its ways and find among them How best to distinguish…
A woman who forgets her age tears a small piece Of decaying wallpaper in the hallway outside The door to her apartment each time she enters, Holds it delicately between…
The dinosaurs have come and gone; the Renaissance has ‘poofed’. All panoply of Papal nods and ‘wish you well’ to democracies unborn Are waiting at the stage door to bolt…
Originality is an impossible ejaculation of imagination, Despite the occasional promise of an occurring erection, Or a moistening between the thighs begging for climax. Surprise now, in a varied perspective,…
The fragile thought within how perfect a petal bends On any flower’s blossom is its essence of simple faith, A holiness and prayer imagined in such purity it is Unto…
The love of loving ‘love’ loves irony unknown To the woman wearing a bright white string of pearls Hugging her pale skinned throat and moves Each time she swallows in…
When first imagined, it would seem, there’d be A purpose, a meaning, a thought to understanding, At least a stratagem towards recognition of a kind, In the sense of all…
I am a man with a hat of stars, Brief candles of a universe Besieged by space and time. I am a dancing pantomime A lingering whisper on the…
What touches you, touches me, In oh so many ways unimagined. It happened before I was aware: Before I took my first breath To learn what air is for; Before…
At some point the façade of the mask needs to drop away. It takes some time, and timing is important for it to mean Anything at all worth saying plainly…
(for those not able to) It begins early. A broken bird, frantic, Caught. Tenderness nesting it inside A shirt. The shoe-box top with holes For air. The world compressed into…
A Mirror Obscura, 
“…and Still the World Turns”
The dinosaurs have come and gone; the Renaissance has ‘poofed’. All panoply of Papal nods and ‘wish you well’ to democracies unborn Are waiting at the stage door to bolt…