I remember some things... About an old lover. Familiar Electric currents Pass incognito, beneath my covers
Poetry
A Time In Fall
A Man who use to run circles Around giants twice his size Now naps away what is left Of the rest of his life
Primordial Time Clock
The office serpentine Crawls across my desk Leaving a trail Of deadlines While the clock on the wall Casts her shadow And sighs: "Last call"
Where Will You Play Tomorrow
Boiling a guilt slurry Stirring life, shackles Untied through broken Lead – click click
Lady LesBois
Wrinkles appear; pronounced. Her epoch hands surround a tranquil valley.
The Island
We discovered each other On the shifting tides. Before long I invite you to share my island
A Delicate Breath
It was a day like today. It felt like babies smell. Innocence reeking of a peculiar stench. Feeling Of a strong desire to be
Your Mother’s Secrets
In your youth, you may not understand But someday these words in time Will weigh more than ever before.
Small Town Eyes
I moved away, several times in fact The new still feeling the same As though Columbus had already arrived
Switzerland
Watch the brilliant teal serpent Threading a sigh Meandering through gardens of towns folk
