Lifetimes

breath
delivers the fuel
of a lifetime

tomorrow, mañana, demain
how they whip by
rewriting forgotten lines

brief candles flicker
a nod to the great poets
and then out, and out

Eye-sore

red-rimmed
tear-washed
mirror-gaze

this view
through glass -
slog on!

Bent

How far to twist
stretch to new limit
knee lock

bent over backwards
stand on one leg
various letter shapes

someday
maybe I'll be able
to touch my toes

Nerdology

Past the reel's end
film thwacks, light fades
and silence lasts a frozen moment

technology,
always and...
(mustn't steal words, that would be copying)

forever
endless slide
in stocking feet

The Banjo

aged in case
gift from one
now gone

beautiful
collision
Mr. Crowder

It's not so much...

It's not so much

that you forgot

as

that you vanished

between the lines

4:40

a rooftop afternoon

city backdrop

time on my side

(thanks to Randy for the photo)

For the Record

hanging about the studio

all day

for the record

---

(it is a recording studio out many miles from the city)

(the people were friendly)

(and a dog had an endless appetite for playing 'fetch')

But Wait, There's More!

Avert eye, sing
half to the moon
beyond exception

twist right at the top
with lower left
helical bundle flexed

disconnection, broken
thoughts collect
moted drift dust

wept away
across mist notes,
broken strings

slog against the wind

perceptions
can be tough winds
to walk against

when I have
something to say
I'll be here

meanwhile
like some kind of prophet
I'll be out in the wind