Cultivation |
Worked up a good sweat today digging trenches, stealing figs and plotting wholesale guerilla horticulture, while loved ones sang and were swept into plumb teaching gigs. I came to this garden to...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 08:17:00 GMT |
Ode to a Beautiful Mind |
Today, headspun and footwracked I plunder... No, blunder... heatedly from between the glimpses of divinity that were my night.It's dawn. Past dawn. At dawn I shoulda slept. At least I was entertained....
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 14:16:00 GMT |
heat lightning |
Lovely,Flaggin' you down, even thought you're long gone and fourth rate, only because I'm 15 years further gone and about 12thclass! So yeah, heat rash, you're looking healthy to me.Heat rash because ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 05:25:00 GMT |
Gladness, nothing more |
(for me)Dear someone--you, completely human, hence divine--whom I used like a slingshot, though I might've aimed better :)Who went through me like an elevator. Who I left in order to find, From the mo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 18:13:00 GMT |
the sweetest of sighs |
for luciana sinatraunder the moon'stender gazeas she paused,beaming, to reach for usall smilesyour nakedshoulders cascadingeffortlessly to the still, then swollen, majesties of feminineripplesyour hai...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 16:00:00 GMT |
uplifted |
I hated Puri's humidity, and Topkapi's February snow. Batra's Hellenic rainbow husks were ruined. So, In Amman's arid dust I prayed Yet, lacking belief, failed faith But here in your room ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
Evangeline, or |
I saw it happen once that a fan fell, spinning.The heads it hit got cropped. The blade just a hair sharp for a buzz cut. Blood flew. Cops showed up.I'm sorry, dad and mom, that it's come to this.I sol...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 11:43:00 GMT |
why worry about tomorrow when today is so far off |
it is of no small comfort to know--with a certainty much cherished and more relievedthan absolute, on this mid-summer night's noon with its parched hills, slight breeze in the river park weaving bemus...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 19:00:00 GMT |
self-immolation |
the poor executioner
The first blow struck me just below my ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 23:18:00 GMT |
