sunset
The neon-red sun cloaks itself in a sea of night and evening mists; I, too, am smothered with blankets: of sound, sweat, sex, sin, sighs
Earth Hour
technology banishing darkness,silence, circling the earth; the human race still talks to itself
Holding the Wind (Tanka)
Your love is but need To hold you is to hold wind Beauty, force, and cold No returned embrace but sting Your need eternal I can’t hold your gale
His Life? A song by Alannis Morrisette
with her, side by side for eternity: his dream swelling in the way oh the wrenching irony the clown’s peanut allergy
Walking Home
A light rain falling; The washed air glows in sunlight. Droplets bounce and burst, Sparkling, from the umbrella. My own portable rainbow.
A Wish to End Sleep
His dreams turned darker The ghosts of his past returned Fiercely torturing He wanted to push eject But lucidity came not
Fatigue Poisons
Poisons of fatigue Mind in diurnal limbo Eyelids falling down Resistance is useless here Sleep descends and summons me
The abyss looks back
Deep in the darkness Of the abyss’ yawning maw, No answer will come, Yet at its pitch-black center Is the number forty-two. (Tongue-in-cheek response to Ben’s…
On Self-Doubt
Sitting in the dark. Occasionally they ask, “Have we shown our worth?” But no answer ever comes. And no answer ever will.
Roadside Attraction
Parked right by the road clown in peanut butter truck munching granola radio leaks Sinatra into painted sunset air