Thursday, October 2, 2014

Wings

When the eagle rests, 
tired of its majesty, wait… 
it’ll soon find its wings.  

Monday, August 11, 2014

Dear Elsa,

I fear the westerly winds have stolen your scent.
I no longer find your face in our favorite places.
Your palm prints on my skin have faded with each of her kisses.
The poison has reached my bones – 
I barely recall the tom-tom beat of your heart.
She’s too thorough; she saw tearstains on the sheets
And switched the Egyptian cotton to Chinese silk.
Last night I had the nightmare, remember? The one where
I fall and fall and fall, hurled by some formless creature 
Of the dark. Drawing the breaths of a drowning man,
I woke with my head clasped to her chest –
I had her name on my tongue.    

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Instant Dust

Throw your handful of dust in the air,
Hold it to the flame of the sun,
Let it mingle with the rain and ride
On the four winds to the four corners;
Find patterns in its patternless swirls through the yawning void.    

Whether a rapturous bow colors the eastern sky,  
Or a confused wind howls curses in the dark,      
Take the instant by her delicate throat
And lay waste to the bounty she offers.
Tomorrow’s lesson: the taste of shadows and dust.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Heavy Hand

Daily, the broom says to itself,
“I will no longer soil my hands.”
But fate’s heavy hand holds fast  
Until the broom falls apart
And is itself swept away with the dirt. 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Cold Open

A stately Lexus leisurely
Steals through the street,
Its red neon rear lights
In tone with garish bars
That pound bass rhythms into
The mystical three a.m. night.
The limo chances upon
A girl – all legs and rhythm
And the two halt instinctively.
She dissolves into its depths
And the limo slithers on –
In its wake a heady mix of 
Cheap and expensive perfume.  

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Senryƫ

Curse her demon soul!
O yellow dust of time
Bury her someplace deep 

Saturday, April 5, 2014

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Lightning bares its gleaming teeth.
Even as the storm pummels
And the thunder growls,
The umbrella smiles
At the fuming
 Skies.
                                                                                            - for April