~ She sat for hours In a place where time forgot No one else was around But Memories and her soul ~
love in the afternoon
I wish it was the 50s & Audrey Hepburn was a doll & I was Gary Cooper & smoked like a whore & drank. Be sixty & still amuse her.
from GIBO
5 thoughts of death sit on my mind the snow weight on the beech boughs and the Pine needle arms, dripping white water to the wild roses, you can interpret it, any way, you want the crunch of snow, dissolving under foot, the dormant stumps of bald blade, the old man’s’ beard, and vines, offering,…
The Bear
I turned to my left to see the fox whom I had once shared a cup of green herbal tea
Wearing his white collared shirt and cufflinks
Vaping his e cigarette typically
I asked what had I just seen
He replied yes it was indeed
I dusted myself off looking for an explanation a contamination to marry this up to
He explained that was the 2.30pm teddy bear express
Ted the bear was on his way to pick up his girlfriend from work a polar bear named Jessica
She finished everyday bang on 3pm
My mind was running wild
Further down Alices rabbit hole I did fall
What was I to make of this all
To which the fox enquired I was to keep my eye in court
Tipping his top hat towards the street
He offered me a ride home in his blue 1934 Model T Ford parked opposite the church
Gracefully I accepted suggesting we stop somewhere for a cup of that green herbal tea.
setting sail again
setting sail again to Odysseus been a man of the shore too long now without sea legs is to be without a wind a drift of journeys cut back and forth across an ocean. i long to see land no more than peaks at the edge of an horizon everything flashing out of view…
trash (spirit, maybe)
I deal in death so i don’t get caught w my hands tied surprised by grief, doing nothing. * i was on campus waiting for something to click & these guys in red tops were fuckin around in step to the music like it was half serious but half not &…
Gasoline & Matchstick
My body is lint, gasoline, and matchstick, My freckles are grains of sand to you, A green branch at my window meets my spring moon, Knowledge is free from trees, I love the purple roses of dawn and dusk, To look across the valley, Quiver in disbelief, You beckon the subliminal vine, Toy with it…
Painting
After all these years, after painting all those ugly pictures, And writing all of those lost ideas in broken verses, I cast my mind back, not to childhood or its homestead, But to a view in a far-off empire. I did it properly this time and began with a sketch, Which developed easily into my…
What Santa Left
What Santa Brought Santa came down my chimney One night when I was four All the houses had one then He never used the door Christmas Eve all calm and bright In 1958 He drank the milk and all but crumbs Were left upon the plate Filled my sack right to the brim With more…
The Noise of Rushing Water
This is a rough place where shacks die in the sun and wind and a slack-water river struggles to the sea. Posts (leaning drunk) once held little piers for anglers who tried for trout and salmon and mullet and now they hold nothing and aim at a sullen sky. This was a place where dreams…
Behind? Come
Behind? Come, let us feel remarkable exactly as we are. Get loose with me this morning, as the townsfolk are mourning something that is out of their control. Let’s give no second thought to the power of the Court, lets feel involved, get involved with the old, be calm in adoration. Don’t look for perfect…
on my way to school
the bee’s shadow rose to meet me & when i walked home down the alleyway this evening with the light low & the shadows long & the flower stems & high houses like silhouettes on the hill, i understood but had no words to tell it. is that a form of irony because – when…