Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
In the Rain
Atmosphere cleansing,
words resound
in the rain.
Slight splatter on sidewalk
brings syllable to focus.
Consonants charge,
rise and ring
in the rain,
atmosphere cleansing.
In the rain,
tooth and tongue
are sharpest.
It began at a funeral,
continued along quiet lane,
down the severe hill,
in the rain.
And this is what I am here to tell you,
this is what I mean to say:
The same quandary,
over and over
and over again? It's
rarely resolved,
not even in the rain,
atmosphere cleansing,
words
in sharp relief.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Toll Taken
She peers into mirror,
placid surface meeting stare,
blink for blink.
blink for blink.
There's nothing she can do.
Her season, a lunar vacancy.
There's nothing she can do.
Promenades, packed in cobweb;
valentines, jarred and shelved.
Once, she tried to expunge her past.
Table turned, it's rid itself of her.
On the vesper side, lights flash.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
The Long Hill
They are on their way.
Having left a quarter-hour ago,
they are on their way.
Up, up, up the long hill
bearing black roses,
a dozen black roses.
They are on their way,
into the gathering grim,
bearing a dozen black roses.
Smirking stars manifest,
animal eyes squint.
Up, up, up the long hill.
They are on their way.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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