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Bridging Seasons

The breeze is urgent, crisp, and like a stream
of consciousness that musses thinning hair.
Autumn arrives—she settles like a dream
that brightens life before the trees go bare.

Between What's Black And White (2pm 12/26/07)

The iron-colored skies present
their plushy soft-tops with the swirled
depictions of a world
that match the furrowed firmament.

Closing Time, Sunset Strip

The coked-up party boys all cruise about,
shouting for more, or more than that, in cars
jetting on Hollywood past sidewalk stars
down Highland to the Sunset In and Out.

The Editorialist

His job is nightly, smiting simpletons
in smaller hours, set with smoky haze.
He’s an assassin. He projects, like guns,
and fires bullet-words, grenades in phrase,

The Blanket

The blanket, wrinkled as a Shar-pei’s skin,
was useful once—no more.
I dumped it in a Goodwill bin,
the ragged texture of a sagging whore:

The Wind Chime

The drapes—as sheer as ghosts—
flutter and gently sway in time
to the soft xylophonic chime
of wind-conducted toasts.



for Charles Delaine Bradsher, Sr.

The Chauffeur

A man delivers one inspiring speech
after another, and the nation's keys
are fished from pockets, tossed and, near his reach,
they hang and jangle in the shifting breeze.

Project: Spring

Pretty much everybody knows
a dose of Spring in February means
its tease of warmth is fleeting.
It’s still a ways to go before the seeding


Most of the time I manage to ignore
my little doubts inside, and listen to
the roll/crash/hiss of waves that split the shore,
before they blend as if a salty stew

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