Poem: Found in Plain Sight

Slender paper burning
Wisps into the Kansas night
Carrying away my memories
On thick dank fumes

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: 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: Another Never Again Day

Sleeping in the shadow of willows
She laces her fingers through dirt
Trying to feel connected to anything
Trying to keep herself from floating away
It’s another never again day

Poem: Lena-Go-Round

Lena toes the edge
Of a rusty fire escape
Saying she’s ready to go
With her I’m never sure
If she’s thinking of packing
Or if she’s thinking of jumping
She’s like the tilt-a-whirl
Always spinning around
And I’m always ready
With my ticket for the ride

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night

Poem: Wound Wound

The needle is the key
Sunken deep in her vein
Wound up like a clockwork toy
She teeters through motions
Slowing movements winding down

Poem: What’s the Point

From the inside out
I can feel the decay
Setting in my veins
Watching the walls
Melting before my eyes
I wonder what it’s all for

Poem: Evening News

Talking heads on the TV
Tell the home viewer of the world
The worries that fill it
From an environment trying to kill them
Before AntiFa turns their country
Into a socialist wasteland