October
Sleep well, oh tired one with a touch of a nasty chest cold.
Breathe your roasted garlic breath and rest - knowing that your wife is in the kitchen, watching as the world is created again.
Breathe your roasted garlic breath and rest - knowing that your wife is in the kitchen, watching as the world is created again.
This morning the earth was formless and empty, and darkness hovered over the surface of the lake.
A pale hue became a sunrise display of Easter pinks and yellows like the holy spirit of the Lord bringing light and form - shape and color - to the low mountains and the rolling Italian foothills.
Sleep well, oh weary loved one, and know that your wife is in the kitchen, listening to the wind blow in the Italian leaves.
She is gently regarding the beautiful blue, circular lake - so big it’s almost a sea - and waiting for you to rise from the bed this morning.
Berries from the Promised LandShe is gently regarding the beautiful blue, circular lake - so big it’s almost a sea - and waiting for you to rise from the bed this morning.
Wandering rows lined with generous guards
Please pick me only the choicest rosy drupelets of delight
Then I will bake you a pie in the morning
no man's landmy share of the bed
marks no mans land
sleeping alone
pillow after pillow
billow after billow
what’s wrong with the other side?
Acres of Joy
Reaching for the cherries that the blossom tree brings
Ten seconds short of ripe but not too sour for me
When I first met you it was midnight black
I felt your deep waters and I had to take a step back
Moved out to the country on the first day of spring
Acres of joy lay around us and life sings
Slept out on the dock on a Friday night
Woke up to the sunrise in the misty morning light
Bullfrogs all singing like a washing machine
Interrupting otherwise silent summer dreams
Sparkles on the water in the summertime sun
Jumping off the floating dock and swimming till the day is done
Sleeping upstairs in my big pine tree bed
Momma she is snoring she’s a sweet little sleepy head
with one unkind tune
fearing that
i
may
have
ruined
all
your
songs
with
one
unkind tune
march
i run
the sun rises
a veil covers the morning earth like a bride
my heart it beats in rhythm with my stride
my feet have kissed this lover path many times before
and with each breath
each shift of shade
i find that i am new
the waiting
waiting for the
rice to cook or the
weather to change or the
mail to come or your
lover to call makes you notice
the food smells good or the
rain is nice or the news can wait
or that life will never be the same now that you’ve noticed
first
before I knew
what we would be
I loved you
desperate measures
too cold to sleep as usual
only contrary to the usual circumstance
i've no socks to put on
and my feet are so cold
that i've stooped to desperate measures
such as wrapping one foot at a time
in the cloth napkin i used
to smuggle out two dinner rolls
from the dining car this evening
are we there yet?
what do moms do when they travel alone
do they ask themselves
are we there yet
obnoxiously
until they can't stand themselves anymore?
without ever singing the words
i wonder if anyone ever
mistook a glue stick
for their chap stick
and then lived
lips forced together
by ill fate’s choosing
henceforth to only hum the melody
without ever singing the words
bright
yellow lines
running on pavementspringing from the darkness
into nearsighted reality
until the very end
teach me, love
softly un-teach what i’ve been told by loves too bold
until I know that you will hold me
that it’ll be only we
until the very end
two thousand and eight
you are the dust in my wallet
love, once lost, is worse than poverty
love, once lost, is worse than poverty
my cigarette
it doesn’t taste so bad
once it’s on your fingers
and you’re already used to the smell
the wedding
at this particular moment
apparently
i do
Wicked Sweet
My angel!
(There’s no halo now)
Swearing Like a sailor
Please don’t tell me why or how
High
Then higher
Wicked sweet
Jailors Testify
(There’s no halo now)
Swearing Like a sailor
Please don’t tell me why or how
High
Then higher
Wicked sweet
Jailors Testify
July 20, 2007
Think I love you
(hope I don’t)
Dying orchid
broken boat
July 18th, 2007
Turbo lag
(the old hag)
Zero to sixty
Makes me gag
(the old hag)
Zero to sixty
Makes me gag
Socialite Commentary
Everyone
who's anyone
has llamas
who's anyone
has llamas
Love-Me-Nots
To trust you?
Or trust you not
You loved me
You love me not
I'm learning
I'm learning not
To trust you
