All in a Day's Work |
All in a Day's WorkI arrive late, buthe's always later.I brew coffee andget my bearings.Then lift, lug,and wait forthe van, so I can load it.He comes inand starts slow.Paperwork andlate orderswhile I ... Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 13:59:00 GMT |
A poem for the spring |
.................. .. Dandelion.... .. .. A lazy late-season snowfall blows its flakes wearily - as if caught in a daydream of summer, and dandelion fluff swirling around the yard next to th... Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 09:05:00 GMT |
Pancakes and Prostitutes |
Black tires burn whitedown the gray road,and yearn to explodeinto a supernova.Spread this solidified stardustfar away fromthese silvery citylights,lost highways past midnight,away frombreakfast counte... Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 08:47:00 GMT |
Shells |
Shells or 01420A shortened cigarette flashesas it's flicked from a passing carseems to hang in the air for a momentbefore hitting the groundand sending sparks acrossthe black wet tar that resemblesthe... Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 00:11:00 GMT |
A poem for the fall |
Autumn, and the wood- smoke wafts from chimneys, tells the leaves to change. And the crispness in the air smells like the sound of snow crunching beneath the boots that -for now - beat a path over not... Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 21:27:00 GMT |