A few more words to say I’m human. |
I'm messy and strange and ridiculous.
All
wrapped up in your acceptance.
My old ghosts fall-
desperate maple hangers on-
and accept their season's defeat.
Your kindnesses.
A mote around my castle-h...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:56:00 GMT |
No holes in my pockets. |
I loved himand I loved her,Still do.Where was I when everything got packed upinto permanent suitcases?Disappointment lurks around each bend.When it visits, I have little time to prepareFor all the los...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:11:00 GMT |
Foreign day |
I'm sitting in front of the piano back home again. Foreign keys and nervous hands. When I close my eyes and settle my fingers upon the keys all I can hear are the sounds of my memories. It is deafenin...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:03:00 GMT |
the wood stove. i miss home. |
icicles fell into the snowand we satisfied our thirstyou always had to peeright after mom got us all dressed upwe made music out oflaughterthe wood stove: the dreams we'd starve to remember.Every favo...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
Silent Agreement |
The bobcat's eyeslasers in the blackthrough cracksbetween trees-Trusting clinging leaves,raindrops' sliding ponds.A handsome Oak.-Slow movingmeditativeagilestrengthclaims its prey. The cycle ends and ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 13:24:00 GMT |
there I am again, untouched by agony. singing beatles songs with dad in the livingroom.... |
I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weepsI'll play it over and over and over againfold it up...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 11:39:00 GMT |
sixty-one words to say Im human. |
a cloud ate me upand I fell through itthis record's been spinningsince my first tooth fell out piano musicis all the senseanything has ever made.I wrote a song, I sang it to myselfon the way home fro...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 10:13:00 GMT |
The Elephant Man |
Sometimes I reread parts of Ashley Montagu's edition of The Elephant Man. I read the parts where the genius altruistic doctor sees more in Joseph Merrick than physical deformation. I read about the on...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 03:01:00 GMT |
think of her |
She sings. I can hear her song. She is the first spring bloom and the last leaf to fall. She is the first snowflake to touch my nose and the last summer sunset. She is rain and wind and forest. She's ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 19:26:00 GMT |
H20 |
when she wakes up in the morning and washes her face
she sees, in every cascading water droplet, all of the girls she's tried to be
the scientist
the artist
the hippie
the lover
the independent
the co...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:14:00 GMT |
