The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!

:: 03-24-2015 ::

after my first glass of Merlot
the world releases its painful
biting grip and although i always
know grass was sometimes green
i never knew just how green can
leap into a heart like a lover
too long separated from her love
kissing once again.  And just
because its that way I’ll have
another glass of Merlot.

:: 03-15-2015 ::

with margin so small
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her

:: 03-08-2015 ::

twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing of heart!
what shame   to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses   are the graceful
art of the hand   of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall!
the grace of wind!

:: 03-05-2015

THE EMPTY life and
what long black land!
half of life and then
the endless walk;
a heart full o’sorrow
large and low!
And hopeful hearts
beating leaping
in the secret room
of all it’s sleeping
dreaming pushing
prowling to quench
the speed in
the waking pain
of life!

:: 03-05-2015 ::