Poem: Tending to the Flowers

I know it’s late
Or maybe it’s early
Time doesn’t mean much
To me any more
When the hours are leaves
Just falling away

Poem: Trying

There’s a basement in SoHo
Where she dances alone
Twirling and strung out
In front of a mirror made of stone
Watching the girl there spin
As she spins wondering to herself
Where’s that little girl been

Poem: Existential Conversations: I. Isolation

“We’re alone,” she says.

“No we’re not,” I responded to her.
I gesture at the café full of people,
she looks down into her empty cup.

“No, I mean we are alone.”

“I’m here with you.”
I smile and reach for her hand,
withdrawing it she looks out the window.

Poem: Plight of the Individual

All the coats scarves and mittens
Wrapped around shuddering
Shoulders can’t keep out the cold
Sinking into bones that ache
From simply existing day to day

Poem: On Stationary with No Address

You promised you’d write me
When you reached California
The first letters were filled
With joy of exploration of new
Places the sights and sounds
Of the west coast sunshine

Poem: History Road

Standing on the banks of a dirt brown river
Looking back at the road already traveled
And contemplating where the next one
Might lead us as I reach out searching
For her hand to take it in mine she pulls
Away and walks to the sandy banks picking
Rocks up trying to skip them on the water

Poem: A Girl Calm in Turmoil

Mina is the girl all the boys talk about
She’s the one that fills their dreams
And makes other girls doubt who
They are in moments in her presence
No one sees her when she’s alone
With all of her thoughts circling
About her brain like vultures waiting
To swoop and pick apart the remains

Poem: Social is Kill

It’s easy to draw blood
Far harder to kill
Breeding the killer instinct
That becomes automatic
As breathing is different
Taking refinement and practice

Poem: Empty Streets and an Empty Room

Her smell lingers like a ghost
on blankets strewn across the couch.

Out the window that is frosting
from the cold outside compared
to the warmth inside, and beyond
I see the street is empty.

She has moved on.

Poem: A Bird Alone Optimistic

Feather wings spread wide
Filled with gusts of air
Soaring high outside
In the blue skies fair

He sings his sweet tune
To an unseen mate
Hoping soon she’ll swoon
And love will be fate