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: Songs Never to be Heard Again

Sing me to sleep
A sweet lullaby
About the prince
And the princess
Who never left

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: 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: Girl Playing Music in the Alley

The melancholy chords
Of a lone guitar echo
Down an empty corridor
Strummed by a girl sitting
On an old stoop surrounded
By the garbage of the street
Playing beautiful sadness

Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries

A girl in red stands on hillside
as the wind gently cries
it blows drying her tears
as the wind gently cries

She watches for boats at sea
as the wind gently cries
watching for a single ship
as the wind gently cries

Poem: Breaking the Distance too Impossible

Out here on the edge
Where moon cast shadows
Marks the passage of time
From yesterday to today to tomorrow
In that space my thoughts wander
Where I think of you
I think I can see you

Poem: On Bitter Tides

In darkness silent
The dark lady walks
With weeping willows
As her only guide

Her black hair blowing
She quietly talks
To no one at all
Except he who died

Poem: If Sadness Was

If sadness were a
person would she weep for me
Like I weep for her

Poem: If Anger Was

If anger was a person
It would be me
Ranting and raving
Like a lunatic imprisoned
Spitting at the walls
As if it’d make a difference
Anything to feel less than impotent