Saturday, March 31, 2007

Gone Fission

Sign on the door
hat for the rain
time to split

Tackle what lies
under uncertain surface
Can of worms

Float a long, distracted line
yet attentive
poised to strike if struck

Such high impact
making light of matter
a new, clear distraction

What is lightning, and thunder
surely we know
but still voice-like

Silently strung along
another trip

Thursday, March 29, 2007


How to tune to the key of something flat
or sharp, or even natural;
when next follows last so jointless
that natural functions cease

to find time for either sit or stand
and rush on in no balanced way
spiraling further off course
with yet another change

The long slow notes of steeple bells
send rhythm to the soul

to measure long a life
that passes much like wind
playing its short tune
in no particular key.

Sunday, March 25, 2007


What is claimed is:

1. A face, comprising:

_____a first surface, having articulated features,
_____and further having a plurality of openings; and

_____a second, hidden, surface, having unarticulated
_____thoughts, reasons and feelings; and

_____a filter, said filter disposed between said
_____first and second surfaces.

2. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of carefully woven half-truths.

3. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of half-forgotten memories.

4. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of chemically-induced haze.

5. The face of any of claims 1-4 wherein said
_____first and second surfaces each bear an image,
_____each said image being a patently false
_____representation of the other.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Thought That Counts



There is no time
Like the present








Friday, March 09, 2007


3 x 3 x 223 = 2007
3 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 3
20 - 07

idle moments
lost for words
fiddling with numbers

$_ =~ /yours/;
@_ = ('ours');
%hash = { it => out };

Friday evening
lights on
lights out

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Silent Blue

words unsaid
silent blue

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Snow Particular Place

To go, to stay
or simply melt away;
Come rest awhile beside me

Roofless room
snow civilized
where once the flames burned high

Then turn inside
where visions hide
for yet another view

Alone again,
I slowly stare
Beyond snowplace, for you

Thursday, March 01, 2007


The too-long pause
awkward by definition
and waiting without purpose

Lord, give my mind
the strength to love
when I'd as soon turn away

There, there...

get some rest now
tomorrow will wait
while you turn again