Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches