(2014)
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
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we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
