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...
tripping along
tripping along familiar grooves worn too smooth from use or tumbling down another round from dusk to dawn again a slick impulse...
rusted out
a single strand of rusted barbed wire tacked to an old gray fence post and broken off on both ends hangs suspended...
until it’s gone
we treat all life so cheaply until it’s gone and then with head’s bowed appropriately down for all the world to see...