once upon a when
these feet once filled with rage prowled familiar streets and lanes in my dreams, in my drunken hours desperate for love’s embrace...
all a twitter
anger in any form is anger, naked and pure. righteous indignation is never righteous. indignation is nothing more than anger poorly dressed...
still shivered
there’s never one reason for leaving (though mistaken heads nod in approval at fables offered up as truth) for crows will fly...
mirage
beneath a field of wine speckled with fire the air cool and dry, weightless — i swim in a sea of delights...
dreaming in yellow
when passion runs deep what bubbles to the surface? behind each facade a face like any other in disguise. to meet you...
my epitaph #2
no plot of land or headstone for me. just toss my ashes into ocean waves and watch them sink or sail away...
clear the decks
washed away like a downpour this dried and dusty self so long ago outgrown like an unread book on a shelf and...
deep currents
bound within your walls and flash frozen like a fourth phase of water found under ice crusting over some siberian lake which...