I Will Get You Through |
Dad, do you feel like me?
Like we are at some portal
Some pivotal point in our lives
Like when you joined the Navy
Or when you asked Mom to marry you?
This past year you opened the Octogenarian...
Posted by John on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:13:00 PST |
Recklessness |
I follow a road that invites recklessnessAnd find that the corners are roundedAnd smooth from all who have gone before.And already I have thought too much about it. Recklessness is red and I...
Posted by John on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:57:00 PST |
Choice |
Our choice is to see where we want to be and not where we have to go. Our choice is a flake of snow on a long and cold descent in a whirl of white, unique in form and flight, well-knowing what awa...
Posted by John on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:56:00 PST |
Its Not the Dead |
I'm turning over in my grave tired of lying on my back. Bet you didn't know I could do a morbid little trick like that. All snug and cold in my coffin -- looking pretty good for ashen. Pretty mu...
Posted by John on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 11:28:00 PST |
Is Choice Nothing More? |
Is choice nothing more than a flakeof snow on a long and cold descent?Is it only our choice to settle in?How is it ours to choose where we want to goWhen all we have is where we've been?jd....
Posted by John on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:25:00 PST |
What the Hell, George W? |
Change of light from red to white to greenI’ve got an open road to springI’ve got the top downAnd the ...
Posted by John on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 06:15:00 PST |
No Twenty-First Century Man |
The female light beguiles me in vernal equinoxShe sheds her moonlight skin and adorns herself in sunMy senses sharpenWithin the grip we’re oneAs I lay naked in her beams with cold earth against ...
Posted by John on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 10:10:00 PST |
Mistress March |
February fled flat-footed from a frosty fate for Mistress March, a more amorous mate. jd.
Posted by John on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:46:00 PST |
You Describe Me |
You describe me in your lonely darkened place Ever hiding and inviting velvet face. Subtle gazes, all your phases, shine my way Full and golden, unbeholden to the day. There is plenty in w...
Posted by John on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:25:00 PST |
Slowly, All Our Losses |
From out of wet and warmth, lights glare.We squint, we stare; we wonder whereWe are. We wander halls through school.We smile, we tremble, we grope, we assemble. We sign books like marks on mapswith no...
Posted by John on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:49:00 PST |
