The robin don't mind
if it's the poor side of town
and everything is run down
gonna sing anyway.
...
Need a different color of smoke
Need a roadtrip in a red corvette
Need a nightswim in the Atlantic
Need a new outlook on sobriety
...
It sings to me
- the tree, the window tree.
Its leaves open as melodies
to the sheen of Spring.
...
It seems so natural
with the moon bobbing on top
of the water
like a drunken rowboat,
...
like a bird in flight
like a butterfly
there's a vision of you
that dances in my mind
...
Fields
almost green
almost gray
streaked with purple stripes (henbit)
...
Wake one morning
and notice the window is Spring
- a rollercoaster of roses
ferris wheel of wings
...
Where is that train going?
Only audible in the quietest hours,
rumbling along the edges of sleep.
...
Crooked smile
found in the closet,
tattered and frayed.
I steal his jewels
...
Some belong to places
others to people
but all have their reasons
for being there
...
Stockpiles of syllables
fill the four chambers
pumping out rhythms
that reach into her depths
...
Seems barely old enough
to be a bride
and now her man has died
and alone once more,
...
The old man's dead -
Silence has sealed his lips,
Idleness has stolen his hands.
His stubbornness
...
'Honey,
don't be talking like that.
All that stuff about war & hate & crime
& what it's like out there.
...
I've had numerous poems published in small press magazines. Writing helps keep me sane...)
April Fool
April rain
masks
the moon,
but its madness
still remains.