Calling The Vulture
May 21st, 2012 § Leave a Comment
The smell of death calls to the vulture
black wings flapping.
I Saw A Rainbow Out Today
May 15th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I saw a rainbow out today
God let a sunbeam out to play
in puddles on cloudtops to their dismay.
While thunder echoed through the eve
rain and gloom were forced to leave
the sunbeam danced in her reprieve.
Clothed in brilliant colored dress
sunbeam needed no more no less
than what she wore home I guess.
I saw a rainbow out today…
Awake in the darkness
May 11th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Awake in the darkness
listening to the rhythm of
your snoring.
Wishing my life away
May 9th, 2012 § 2 Comments
Wishing my life away
wanting the weekend to come
quickly.
The Sparrow
May 6th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Oh little sparrow,
precious creation of God,
so beautiful and small,
why did you flit into my path?
What were you looking for?
What were you after?
on that flight
that ended your life.
If only I’d known,
if only I’d seen,
I’d never have moved,
I’d never even started.
But fate called you and I
together on that eve,
me in my truck,
and you on the wing
and now that it’s over,
you lie crumpled and broken
and I am still here,
yet, I may have lost more.
Coffee Cup
May 2nd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
At once they looked and gasp
at the cup, that was his last
on the floor now it rested
on concrete the glass was bested
you see cups aren’t cheap
at the shop down the street
where the men sit and complain
about their wives, and their pains
but now they number fewer
his mug is gone forever
and he along with his cup.
I Have This Other Life I Live
April 30th, 2012 § 2 Comments
I have this other life I live
One that is a polar opposite
From the one most people see
Instead of a balding middle aged working stiff
Living a conservative middle class existence
I’m a young bohemian
Living in the Hotel Chelsea when
Ginsburg and Keroac where there
I’d watch Jack type furiously while Ginsburg Howled
Then I’d head over to the Haight
And see Hendrix and Joplin play little clubs
Before they burned out their lights
And maybe I’d strip naked
And make love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With a brown eyed girl
And we’d get slowly stoned while watching
The sun set
And make love again and again
Until that light burned out too.
The Praise of Songbirds
April 22nd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
The sun rising over the fields of wildflowers
songbirds sing praise.
I Saw A Pretty Crossing Guard Today
April 20th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I saw a pretty crossing guard today
she was tucking her blonde hair
under her official crossing guard hat
as I sat waiting for the light to change
it was all so weird
because crossing guards are usually
old men
or grandmas
and certainly aren’t young and pretty
smiling as they fix their caps
while holding their STOP signs
under their arms
she turned to me and smiled
the sort of smile that shrinks
the entire world down to just
two people
igniting a fire of attraction
that consumes our present reality
loosing our minds on the possibilities
then the light changed
and I pulled away.