Neal’s eyes say,“Give me more of everything all at once.”The world is new like jazz.Volcanic innocence and open-mouthed joy burst forth in his smile.Bare-armed, bare-chested, naked and unafraid,Neal dances on the edge of all that… Read More »Adam and Eve (Innocence and Experience)
I had in my mind’s eye a pictureOf what I thought we were and could beWhen the pieces fell into place or were placedWhere they were always meant to be,But now I see that we… Read More »The Puzzle
I was lyingOn my couch, eating popcorn, watching Netflix,Playing solitaire,When suddenly a thoughtSlapped my face hard, left a mark:I am at warWith myself,And I have the wounds to prove it.Wounds invisible and visible to everyone(Except… Read More »Battle Flag
Sweet kick in the teeth andSpice on the tongue,The two are one.Liquid red-hot heatAnd warm sugar glowLinger like the winter sun,Heating up as it goes down.
Half read, half lived,Unabandoned by the Author,When readers read meToo shortToo longToo obscureToo plainThe Author smiles and shakes Her headKnowing this poem is perfectJust as it is.
When I was littleOn TV there used to beA game called Password,Where Famous and Forgettable comingled,Where someone Important, who Knows the Answer,Would stare into the eyes of the Unimportant, Unknowing,Say a single word, perhaps “love” or… Read More »Password
I wake up to roll shitAcross the hot, hard groundAnd, while doing so,To remind those who see meOf resurrection, rebirth,The morning sunAnd God.
Here in the Shadowlands, there is talk of sun,But it is only talk, a distant memory,A wistful dream of what was—warmth and light, unspeakable joy. I will have none of that. I am afraid of… Read More »Against Elevation
“I wanted to defend myself and couldn’t do it.” Vincent van Gogh One hundred twenty-six years ago.Today. The future of dreams,The dissolution of friendships,Isolation andAbandonment—my yellow houseAnd blood.LonelinessIs a civil war—Vast multitudesDeadAnd I am maimed;I… Read More »Arles
I am here and you are there,Or there,Or there,But almost neverHere. Your fleeting love, your fading breathBreathe life into my unhealed, open wound,And what was feverish is pallid, cool—Little passion, some sorrow, no hate. I… Read More »Wound