New-Old York City
Free Verse Poem Sounds abound, motorcycles roar, elongated buses funk up the dirty air, two dollar vans careen the streets on steel rims,while neighbors fight and sex in that order, the baby dogs’...
Tagged: poem
Confusing Words
I often confuse words Pray – prey Accept – except Love – need You can teach me the difference I will not learn I prey, except me for my mistakes And remember that whatever...
Waiting Girl
I hope to love a New York girl For she sat alone and sad So I pledge her, my heart And a union that would last But slowly she shook her head And so...
Let Me Fall in Your Sleep
In nothingness There I reside Always falling, falling softly, in daydreams and lilac Under, and over and everly, listen I am moonlight through waters of love and submission Where tranquil pools of lavender are...
Tongue Tied
We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...
Sombre Sky Sailor
I imagined his ghost standing and waving from the docks As I sailed into the sky With my heart in pandora’s box Joining my scarred sword Unspoken words Velvet riding cape And caged birds...
I Yearn To Be Unambivalent With You!
I yearn to be unambivalent with you! I want to be drawn so near I’d know the scent of your amber locks. I want to be enfolded into your breasts of azure so I...
Complacent Ronin
Through a man’s eyes is a story with pages stained at corners pen or sword both rest in sheaths honed finer than any blade that might rest inside it a tiger’s teeth caresses grass...
How to Die
Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...
Winter: Another Short Pantoum
I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...
The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
