Upon hanging up the line |
Vines
His urgent voice alarms me. A misplaced child,mad with loss, his hands like forceps clutch my armand guide me through the tousled yard.Scraggly, untouched shrubs outline our path.The tomato plan...
Posted by Skooter on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 05:47:00 PST |
Thoughts of an ordinary kind |
Like everyone, my ambition is to just once be that one in a million.Never mind of whatnine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine versus me, just me.But I remain squarely in the mean,...
Posted by Skooter on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 05:04:00 PST |
Commitment? |
Glowing brilliant beams of silver that soothe skiesWhere is the laughter during trying times?Everyone seeks shelter far from peace's ice stormAs window panes shake of thunderous chimesCareful n...
Posted by Skooter on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 12:38:00 PST |
SoUlwAsH |
a long laundromat hour, an old fade,a familiar slide of time;soap in boxes, machines of it;a sign begs, "keep this place clean."outside, the bars are so wetly lit in theirsilent huddled storefronts;el...
Posted by Skooter on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 12:20:00 PST |
CITY |
City
Outside, the skyline collects inwardand the roots of buildings sink into the flesh of the earth.
Next to me, you sleep, the curveof ...
Posted by Skooter on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 02:40:00 PST |
Canvas |
Canvas
Soft caresses in the twilight hush. Eyelids closed in a state of ecstasy. I am the painter; my tongue is the brush sliding down the canvas of your body.
My soft hands and sensuous finger...
Posted by Skooter on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 02:35:00 PST |
