the time bind


of many courses
she doesnt age well
isnt the jewel of the morning light
or a beacon of any hopes
except contrived anomaly
the echoes of motors past
her will her hand
wrinkle and fade
her tongue loud as
saw on metal
without charm even in this age
of the seeker
her ceiling is glass
her cradle is glass
a constant sparkles
down her every path

 

the unbearable likeness of being


in a rational sort of way
with love and compassion
for the fellow creature
floating hope with laughter
huggings and beautiful things
comfort and conversation
family and friends
forget I lost a mate, a father
this slow and rapid aging
the lightning flashes
of roofs, paths, plans, people
of walking through a cloud
with a child by the hand
projecting occasional veneers
of success and belonging
with a deadly fear
of slipping

 

grim fandango


moonlit branches of the gallows tree
that fanned a storm of limbs
showered leaves like green fireworks
a tremulous memory of sunshine
guarding squares of chain link tennis court
memories of flow on common ground
faster than descent and gathering
holding hands and dusty stars
warm and motionless

springtime


among variegated sadnesses
raised like cash crop
season after season
with care and water
I often forget
how quickly they grow
how much of me
has grown with them
how wretched I am
to go on planting

despair


despair

the forum


on a sunset beach
with my feet in the water
was shadow and shadow
that danced a robot straight circle
around me
and when I left
it would be dark
for a few minutes more
I would wander asking
for someone who was free
knew what it meant
what it felt like
to own the seat of the day
a restroom to cry in
have hands to hold
make promises to children
and disappear

 

butterscotch sonata


in the snowflake storm
I have a progress
that allows blase carp
about the mess, armed with
a brush and frozen hands
a vehicle to negotiate the
money-time continuum
but the sparkles in sunshine
the vision of a frozen world
even the slidealongs
my boots let in melt
shuffling along swish splash
peering at the puddles
the doorways the skies
with cold wrinkled hands