No
one...
As dusk embraces the sky
grieving images draw closer...
Show of hands
who believes they'll make it to 21...
I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...
Sometimes as poets,
we bury ourselves...
A whole new life is right out that door,
Throw it open and slam it against the wall...
If your heart had the gift of speech,
tell me what would it say...
No more tears,
only smiles shall grace...
One September morning
I awakened from a dream...
Rummaging through my cluttered room,
I found something unexpected...
Transparent drops of memories
radically fall from her eyes...
A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...