Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It's cold on the street outside my window.
A loud mouthed man-cock screams at woman
whom pleads tenderness
Tears falling, joining one with the night,
while Christmas light dances,
to celebrate Jesus.
And I, think of the pigeons
perched on the blue "T" of the K-Mart sign.
One on each side of the vertical line
that keeps them apart.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Poems written on blue paper gas station towels, empty envelopes from bill collectors who can only wish for a payment.
Moments in a life to precious to loose in the search of proper paraphernalia.
A bit of a tear, a piece of a smile stuffed in drawers, in pockets, in books to be washed or crumbled and tossed into the left over eggs from yesterday breakfast and the brown, hardened
gravy that the cat wouldn't eat.