You are gone
From where my feet
Once stood
Shining sand torn and devoured
...
one chocolate
is tasty and irresistible:
another bitter,
good only for baking
...
Two moons circle
a remote garden planet
The moon spirits become restless
and go down to walk the garden path
...
Red river rushes
Beating and slapping away
Through the loops of its system.
Bounding arteries harden
...
Phantoms mingling in my ghost life
Wail haunting siren songs
Dimly through my sleeping ears
...
Never have I slept so soundly
As when I have been falling,
Hurtling to dark vermilion depths
Unknown and doom impending
...
Death may only be a sneeze
A moment’s expulsion
Scattered-germs
A casting-away come forth
...
I'm the early blush on a
late-blooming rose
waiting for the sun's hot kiss
...
Another two-dimension day
Of white walls and linoleum halls
Fades into dusky nothing.
Boredom bears a kicking, screaming devil child,
...
Lost at sea, in a fog of stinking
Sorrow drifts a derelict boat,
Wreck of a bum sinking
Slow. Few remnants of thinking
...
**
Black velvet views herself in her
Looking glass; my window frames
Her dark portrait outdoors. The moon
...
On quiet days
I’m a gold-haired
Child giantess
Wading in the big lake pond.
...
(original title: “Sketches in Abstract”)
I.
Many years have
...
Mid-Winter Dream
You are gone
From where my feet
Once stood
Shining sand torn and devoured
By crashing angry waves
Of a churning sea...
Icicles hang daintily from stark brown
Crippled stump arms
Left behind naked
My fear gathers
With dust-enveloping droplets
In the gray sky of storm,
My loss overhangs
A deep and restless beach
Where memories of quiet beach lying
Are washed away with Time’s smooth pebbles
I picked from your clear waters
Your anger perplexes me.
Perhaps your fear of immobilizing ice
Releases within you
A cold stream of rebellion
And you pick apart
The swimming pools and tennis courts
You hate upon your beaches
Leaving twisted steel
And broken concrete frames
As a silent reminder...
Perhaps you fear a loss
Of warm evening dreams
And sunny children's splashing feet
Wading in calm-water days
As I slowly dread the loss of you