Original poem #99


light on green tablecloths

little café

sat around

drank some wine

tried to forget that i came


Untitled, original poem #98

it's another gloomy winter day
cold skies cloud my mind
 in vacillating stains
  of sluggish
   chemical gray

another fallow
 icebound day

with a pen that's dry
a notebook blank
& volumes left to say


Original poem #90

Breaking Samsara

 is the end
  of my days

even now
 i know

as i bear another 
 spun out star day
as my comforts drift
 like mists
and wisps of cloud 
 that dissipate and dissolve
  into oblivion

this poet is my curtain call
my redemption
my own and only
 spiritual ovation

 will not
  live again


Untitled, original poem #89

my laugh blew out the candle
blew out wormwood and warm words
god willing
 we both find our home

my laugh
 breaks broad-spectrum banter
  into buttermilk
for greasing social orgies
and whole sororities
 know my name

but tonight
 under symphonic cricket starlight
it's your laugh
 that's feeding my flame


Untitled, original poem #84

what will our bones say
 when the metals oxidize
  when bricks and bridges both
   have broken into dust

when tombstone epitaphs
 have been toppled and rewritten
  by the rain
   and whipping winds

 what will our bones say
  when new versions of ourselves
   find them interred 
    in the dirt

i bet we get credit
 for the pyramids


Untitled, original poem #82

sunlight shimmers on your lips
you taste of blueberries
 and love

with lavender oil
 we anoint our hips

you fit me like a glove


Original poem #81

Wednesday Water Therapy

i am aflame
weighted organically
 atomically as my myriad self
molecules and muons

human reality
 is likened to algal blooms
fronds on a lake
 to be accurate

surely this isn't a poem