Sinking Spirit
There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...
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Sometimes, You and I
Sometimes, in the rainy days of autumn the wind whistles your name underneath the umbrella of my thoughts. You stick to my mind like a wet leaf on damp earth brought by cold and...
Waiting Girl
I hope to love a New York girl For she sat alone and sad So I pledge her, my heart And a union that would last But slowly she shook her head And so...
How to Die
Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...
A Poet’s Wile
A Virgin Vestibule am I If I wrote a poem I lied You don’t understand it’s Quite obscene and if I Told you what I mean I would shrink a spinning Slacker upon the...
From A Life to Sanctuary
Free Verse Poems My hungry mouth brought your milky breast, oh, what ecstasy the silky flesh affords My father’s straight white teeth glistens like pearls in my eyes as he lifts my small...
Avoiding Cliches
He approached me after the reading, a leather satchel over one shoulder and a sizeable chip on the other. He said, “I reeeally liked your work, but don’t you think that it would be...
Devil in the Details and God Everywhere Else
You’re camped out on my tongue; Radiating divine patience, Beatific compassion, Or whatever it is you are wont to do. Though you make your presence known, In moments of extremism, Riding on the back...
The Morning After
Haibun Poem Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink,...
