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.