Mother, Daughter, Husband

Wife: This isn’t the first time you’ve raised the question And just like the last time I let it be or to put it more succinctly I rearranged by inflection the possibilities I thought you understood it isn’t “what” about us that has appeal but the fact that we exist together and how that makes…

Note From a Dandelion

I used to see the way you looked at me sometimes you would stop and stare like the sun would split open your eyes and suddenly you’d become aware That the day gave to me what it gave to you though you couldn’t explain how you looked at me and knew I’ve seen some strange…

Another C-

Comments scribbled on Ralph’s assigned poem on Being in Professor Shill’s creative writing course. Ralph again received a C-. “The corpse within me burning leaps where my shadow falls.” (what?) History=Is. Existence crosses the threshold, advances into the space between was and is, and then 3 feet ahead. Non Conventional. knownothingness? Not nihilation but becoming….

Autumn Song scratch lyrics

button your coat and drink your wine. dont get too much older before you find another day’s closer then another day gone soon you won’t remember this autumn song October sun is closer in the field days are getting colder and it’s harder to feel a heartbeat in rhythm with the frozen blast that the…

Autum Song addendum

one song lifelong come and gone, seasons arranged and blown along, mind on the matter loosely gripping what the eyes have seen. one step tripped back and softly dreaming, the window is closing, time is winning, the door for the day shrieks like pain. In the open field with the clouds and rain where the…

The King’s Highway

Kings highway is always a two lane state road filled with pot holes that meanders through bergs of inbreeders with unscrupulous morals. It is traveled by passive aggressive hags and coots that slow down in the no passing zones and speed up in the passing zones. Calling it Kings HY reminds me of the Tibetan…

Sister’s Little Helper

  Johnny Cash stepped to the front of the stage and looked out into the smoke and haze, wiped a tear from his eye and said, “this first song goes out to a man in the back. Folks don’t know his name, but they told me last night that his Mother died. They say he’s…

Nettles and Dust

Nettles and Dust bless my lips and lift my soul away this one’s done, this one’s done kiss my breast, let your lips awaken this one’s done, this one’s done We swallow mountains in the blink of an eye and rivers drown us in the moons of time harvested seasons gathering must my heart blows…

From the Ballad of Romy Snyder

Written in Romy’s 50th year.   “Memories bleed through the day that i see as I turn in shallows wandering, and the steps are getting sleepier through the haunting, as i wake and fade and i look to blood for affection.”