Dreams, captured, held
and nursed against the...
He was an intensity I could not contain but could...
I think I'd rather be liked than known
And I know myself so much less than I should...
Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...
Shallow victories satisfy a shallow brain
ask for silence ,then ask me to explain...
Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...
There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog...
My tired eyes seek refuge among an abyss of...
My pencil traces the answers but my being is...
This bench is oh so old now
It's seen so many years...
Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...
I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...
I saw the moon,
next to her grave...