Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A thin house in the distance
In mist and pale sunlight
Birds fly over
Dry, dusty grass
As you fall 
Awaking from a dream

Sunday, May 13, 2018

The voice comes in the middle of the night
A voice without sound or words
Instructing you as you bolt from sleep
From a disturbing forgettable dream
That there is an end beyond the days
Of toys and sex and youthful longing
The wordless recognition
That the film you are in is not yours
And the director will call the shots
Until the film has run its course

Saturday, April 14, 2018

When poison fills the porches of the ear
And corrupts the mind with a loss of trust
That can never be regained
Grievous doubt persists
And chills the heart
Love is a fantasy that cannot be stained
With reality

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Waking up to hunger
The spur that sets the animals
To their games

Friday, January 26, 2018

An autumn leaf floating
And spinning in the chilling air
Tumbling to oblivion
Numb with the cold
Forgetting it is a leaf
Forgetting it is tumbling
Forgetting the oblivion

While the sun descends below the horizon.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

In a hundred billion years
All, perhaps, is forgotten
But the eye of the bird
Caught and held you now
As you stood looking

Friday, August 11, 2017

Besos perdidos
Aunque puedo ver mi amor
Ella está muy lejos
En un país lejano no se
Los pájaros vuelan
Pero los besos se pierden