Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Smoke Puff

I saw you in my

eyes,

a glare, possessed by

nocturnal visions

from nonchalant memoirs.

Just

smoke escaping

from a fireplace of thought. 




Monday, November 26, 2012

Powder Man

He sneaks into your thoughts continuously
as you fight with him vigorously.
You have been lost in the mist
unexplainably rendezvousing with the Powder Man.

You are caught--- from time to time
endlessly correcting him in mime.
Enter the Powder Man
and losing sight as you glad back into the mist.

Exit the Powder Man,
you think you can
but
got caught in the haze
endlessly in a walking daze.
Exit the Powder Man
following him as best you can.


11.26.12

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Impulse

I crushed a stone with a word

that

steamed  from the depths of thought.

It

befelled a friend with kindness,

and

picked him up with a touch of hate

and

piteously crushed him with words of

wisdom.


2.12.1985

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Shattered Water

A distant lake, frozen
with
footprints in the snow.
Ice cracking from the mid-day sun
echoing through the trees.

A small boy - visible
from a distance
retracing his footprints
in the snow.

Ice cracking loudly
against the winters breeze.
An opaque silhouette of the boy,
just a shadow of himself.
Cracking ice
against the winter breeze
wondering where to go.


11.20.12

Monday, November 19, 2012

Untitled

I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind  in a closed room.

OBSERVATION


The masses dictate the

evolution of change;

has

society become computerized

by its own whims

to

blend in.

An individual stands

and

flips coins into a fountain,

but

who notices him.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sea Gull



A sea gull gliding
through the fog drenched coast,
soaring high,
soaring low
searching endlessly
from shore to breakwaters end.

Sun scratching the
breaks in haze
sparkling diamond beads
on rocks and shore,
soaring more and more.

Blinding beams of light –
sea gull flying out from sight.
Soaring high
diving low.
Search has ended
two sea gulls following the offshore breeze
soaring together
enjoying the mid-day sky.






written 3.25.00