Saturday, January 31, 2015

Happy Hour

Happy Hour was days ago,

         that bottle of rye is empty.

All the glasses are clean,

         the ice long gone.

Then you smile,

         and I am drunk again.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Watching Earth

The watching earth
releases words,
mouthed by a corpse,
telling of the Far-Away
where no door,
bolted and locked,
shuts out
foggy truth.

From a Harbor of Pleasant Aspect

From a harbor of pleasant aspect
         exploration began,
a search for an end of horizons.

Decades with spice and tales of exotic sex
         return with a tide
flowing with fragile secrets.

Such thoughts hung in a dark vault,
         together with journeys,
Far from the weight of noon sun.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Crows and Gulls

Crows and gulls
ride the wind’s hiss;
all soar together,
cautious wingtips
touch anticipation.
Feathers discover
the unseen lift.
How grand
you and I
have no need
of feathers!

Monday, December 9, 2013

What Lies Below

Smoke yellow moon
sailing on
San Francisco homeless
wrapped in fall leaves
and ragged shopping cart
chewing foil guarded
pause in a heroin fix
curling into the Geary Street night
green and red glow from
traffic lights
edging a pretense of xmas
up hill
at Masonic Avenue
searching cars for whiskey
with easy change pockets
of all-night diners

Saturday, August 31, 2013

What Strange Reality

what strange reality
grows from action
my fingers move
the universe changes

what strange reality
grows from action
my fingers move
and nothing changes

Friday, July 12, 2013


wonder. does
wood in a wall
want to be
the tree again

sky soaks trees
in blue
trees soak sun
into green

wonder why green
isn’t skin color

wonder. should shadows
with sound

crack of dawn silent
like thunder. light
carpet unrolling

water looks
like sky
skin looks
like bark
that was
so we could hide
in trees