Create me a world with words my dear,
with pen and hand.
Where we can read love on river bed so clear,
written in sand.
...
Please smile your eyes to the rhythm
Of your heart and your heart alone
Watch as the night grows darker
And the moon turns into stone
...
Were you to know me, as I have known myself,
to watch the night moon fall heavily alongside
the river, let the current take you anywhere, as
my heart has led me by a tattered string. you
...
the only honesty
i ever saw
was a blind man
giving the finger
...
There’s a young little boy in the old town square
Who sits so quietly
And looks at the sun and the dust in the air
And he never smiles for me
...
We walked upon the mountains in a fog
The town below sat covered in alone
While mountain birds sat tired from their singing
We tried to find a little bit of home
...
this floor is frozen with cold
and
the windows have
jack frosts
...
spent last night
alone
reading all the old poems
I’d written
...
the sounds from outside mix with the
hammer in my head, mix with the rain
on the roof, tap, tap, drip, drop,
so much noise the robin can’t be heard
...
night waits for the last eye of a house
to close, that last light in a room to darken
but no more, I sit up, wait for dawn
wait for the street sweeper to pass Main
...