The leaves are falling,
floating down
to the ground.
I cannot descend
...
Embracing her body
on the skinny apartment floor.
Seemingly disconnected verses
find each other like lovers.
...
Mystery. Awareness is clue.
Absurdity is answer.
Fancy dancer. Tango tapestry.
Surreal survival. Timeless tune.
...
Welcome the gentle
breeze tide flute
calling upon the beach
to stop being so still.
...
The picture is painted concretely,
but the message is fragmented
like broken phrases exciting,
but not enlightening you.
...
This celebration never is
a tick in time magazine.
This holiday never is
a dent in payday.
...
Your sentiments are striking
a chord on stone
thrown in a gospel choir
elevating my sweet time
...
I'm forever beholden
to moments lost and
found in the crisp blue
winter sky over the city,
...
Sitting on a sofa of dreams
with whole worlds to turn.
Listening to the big beat.
Seeing the curves
...