written 1998
He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced
Have you ever cried? Collect the tears in a jar of lies… Eyes run deep with a pool of salty… That only her face feels. The joy of pain and stinging. The…
In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…
Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,
Close your eyes, little Rainbow C… And go back to sleep for a while Longer Back to the numbness where Pain can not sting
Crossing over that bridge to the l… He turned to look back to watch it… Memories in flames, consuming that… He had so often traveled over, ste… After a soft rain, spring brought…
As a petal of a flower floats in t… They wonder where it is going, and… It has its own special destiny, Its own special future. But where it ends up,
Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…
The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society
She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,
Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds