Trees
Japanese Cherry Trees.
With confetti, they celebrate
the death of spring.
Logging.
To everyone else it was clear cut,
but the trees were stumped.
Pinecones.
Seed
hand grenades.
Apple Trees.
Branches shower themselves
with fragrant snow.
Aspens.
Leaves turn in the wind
like a school of silvery fish.
Fallen Blossoms.
Pink spreads around the tree trunk
like an unbuttoned party dress.
Green Tunnel.
With a Sistine touch,
trees meet one another.
Maples.
A few fallen leaves
have built nests for the winter.
Forest Path.
Threading my way
through pine needles.
Forest Path.
Threading my way
through pine needles.
Birds
Hummingbirds.
With hypodermic beaks,
they hover like nurses.
Flamingoes.
Jotting down footnotes
with pink pencils.
Swan.
Water’s ceramic stillness is broken,
then invisibly repaired.
Crows.
They fold their wings
like wet umbrellas.
Birds.
Punctuation marks
on a wordless sky.
Geese.
They monogram
the November sky.
Owls.
They’re in cahoots
with an echo.
Blue Jay.
with a paucity of expression.
Hawk.
On serrated wings,
it descends like a knife.
Peacock.
It fans its tail
like a winning poker hand.
Herons.
Feathered costumes
on bent coat hangers.
Seagulls.
Nurse’s caps soaring
on graduation day.
Paper Cranes.
Taking wing
from the fold.
Nesting Instinct.
Gathering twigs
like a pyromaniac.
Woodpecker.
Telegraphing news
of insect whereabouts.
Swallows.
Drunk on sky
like uncaged birds.
Sowing Seeds.
Plowed corduroy fields
wait for stitches of green.
Spring Meadow.
An obi of stream
binds a wildflower kimono.
A Prelude to Drowning.
White blossoms
Ophelia downstream.
Spring.
As old and green
as brand-new envy.
Rainbow.
The architecture
of sunlight and water.
March.
The garden is plotting
to overthrow winter.
The Scent of Spring.
On a barge of air
flowers Cleopatra.
Flowering Quince.
Pink tutus
on bare limbs.
Spring.
It does not come
to unplanted seeds.
Spring Bulbs.
Green shoots
and winter dies.
Spring Sky.
Spring Sky.
The sad blue
of a broken robin's egg.
Autumn
Dying Grasses.
Summer peroxides.
Autumn hennas.
Mud.
Mired leaves flop
like dying goldfish.
Autumn.
Leaves shuffle by
like slippers in a rest home.
Pumpkins.
Fluted like orange goddesses
their noggins are thinking up seeds.
End of Harvest.
Black dirt underneath
a fingernail of moon overhead.
Pumpkins.
their decorating days are numbered.
Autumn Sunset.
like a rotting pumpkin.
The Fall.
Leaves stall and then descend
like doves, just shot.
Autumn.
On the verge of burnout
leaves ignite.
Green, Yellow, Red.
Leaves change color
like slow traffic lights.
Harvest.
The corn’s silken tresses
are barbered to a stubble.
Autumn Leaves.
Their brush with death
paints an impressionistic landscape.
Winter
Plants have drunk winter’s potion
and, like Juliet, they sleep.
December Night.
Stars tangled
like Christmas lights.
Frozen Pond.
A blank coin
engraved by skaters.
Snowing.
Feathering down to earth
from a pillowed heaven.
Ice.
Under the white sheet
lies a body of water.
December.
Strands of moonlight
tinsel the river.
Snow.
A white cast
on a not-yet-broken limb.
Early Winter.
It clenches flowers
in its teeth.
Snowflakes.
They fall from branches
like the ghosts of leaves.
Snow.
It throws a white blanket
over the quilt of farmlands.
Thaw.
Like a jewel thief,
it robs this world of diamonds.
Snow.
Such a
flake.
Snow.
Such a
flake.
Japanese Calligraphy.
Branches written
on snow.
Second Snowfall.
It cleans
the white carpet.
Summer Astronomy.
An orbit of bees
circles a globe of melon.
On the Beach.
In oven heat
sunbathers tandoori.
Summer.
Melons swell
like unwanted pregnancies.
Beach Umbrellas.
Twirled skirts
on a sand dance floor.
Picked Blackberries.
They bleed as if pricked
by their own thorns.
August Days.
The peeled grape
green of summer.
Summer.
Ceiling fans guillotine the heat
and murderers lose their heads.
Setting Sun.
One persimmon
falling.
Sunset Sky.
It turns from blue to crimson
as fast as blood.
Setting Sun.
into a pocket.
Bleeding Light.
A star-stabbed sky.
A bullet hole moon.
Sunset.
Slaughtered
rubies.
Wounded Day.
Blood red seeps
through a bandage of clouds.
Dusk.
The grey of lavender
perfumes the twilight.
Sunset.
and the sun set it aflame.
Sunset.
Red ribbons
untied.
6:42 A.M.
Daybreak smears the clouds
like makeup on a pillowcase.
Sunrise.
salved by a lesser light.
Birdsong.
Shrapnel of sparrows
attack the dawn.
Alarm Clock.
A time bomb set
to explode the morning.
Morning Sky.
Color fades to white
like spilled bleach.
Fragile Light.
Mourning night, dawn breaks
like a heart.
Making up the Day.
A red sun swivels up
like a new tube of lipstick.
A Bargain.
Birds can have daybreak
for a song.
Cities
Siena.
Tubes of paint
in reverse.
Summer in L.A.
Palm tree swizzle sticks
in a smog cocktail.
Las Vegas.
over a two-bit town.
Reno.
Pair
o’ dice.
Oxford.
A heaven
of books.
Hollywood.
People behind sunglasses
taking dim views.
London.
A grey tweed fog
suits it.
Las Vegas Gamble.
Eat, drink,
be married.
Travel
A mass grave
for sunsets.
A Stranger Here Myself.
my ghost sits between two strangers.
Clothes Lines.
They fly the flags
of a global country.
Small Town.
Mailboxes and grave stones
with the same last names.
Rice Paddies.
Sunlight ignites them
like a string of firecrackers.
Tropics.
The breeze gives palms
hula lessons.
Gothic Quarter.
as wrought iron.
Hotel Window.
and sends me.
Motel Showers.
They throw
temperature tantrums.
Cancun.
Porcelain skin fires
to a pre-Columbian red.
Ugly American.
No tourist
class.
Texas Storm.
A flash
in the panhandle.
Relationships
One night stand
and a single bed.
Shy.
The heartache
of hello.
Animal Instincts.
put me in the dog house.
The Offer.
I turned down
the bed.
Finished.
You once completed me.
Now there’s a new ending.
Gun-Shy.
I flinch
at the stray bullet thought of you.
Thinking Twice.
You double-crossed
my mind.
Ending With a Preposition.
It’s all around
that it’s all over.
Feeling No Pain.
Shot through the heart
with the Novocain of not loving.
Infatuation.
A pajama dream
robed in fantasy.
First Date.
I knew it was no accident
when he grabbed me like a seat belt.
Mathematical Error.
I counted
on you.
Infatuation.
It begins in paradise
and ends in responsibility.
Overnight.
You changed “abandon”
from noun to verb.
Shotgun.
Your eyes barreled into me
and something clicked.
Old Flames.
Embers buried
in ashes.
Infatuation.
A kite
that forgets the string.
Cutting Remarks.
Your words hurt less
than an autopsy saw.
Relationship.
I saw you through
I saw through you.
My World.
It’s within me
and without you.
Two Cigarettes.
Glowing like tail lights
driving me crazy.
All the Same.
With you
it was different.
Divorce.
The fate
of the union.
All Mixed Up.
Emotions, drinks,
and signals.
Walk in My Shoes.
All I ever find are heels
that leave me flat.
Marriage.
From “I do”
to adieu.
It’s Goodbye.
I don’t love you any less
I just don’t love you any more.
Elective Surgery.
Your words
bypassed my heart.
Loser.
Your starting line
finished you.
Dating Services.
Playing with
matches.
String Me Along.
Your touch
cellos through me.
Pressing Engagement.
I can’t stay
to iron things out.
The Thrill is Gone.
He went through the motions.
I went through the emotions.
Unsuitable.
I hang your clothes
as if they were you.
Knockout.
Slugged by
her beauty.
Monogamy.
Sole
mate.
Relationships.
Give me a coffin of boredom
emotion buries me alive.
Theology of Romance.
That devil
stole my angel.
Waves.
then flattens, as if slept on.
Seashore.
of a broken hourglass.
Ocean Fog.
like a sardine lid.
The Shore.
Scalloped edges trim with lace,
then unravel.
Cows.
Botched
zebras.
Cat’s Eyes.
Pupils of light.
Professors of shadow.
Flat Out.
Cats can’t win
on the freeway.
Rabbit.
Taxidermied by headlights,
its future looks black.
Sheep.
They dot the grass
like headstones.
Cows.
Placid as pansy faces
with eyes, milk-tranquilized.
Puppy.
A new life
on leash.
Cats.
They abhor
a vacuum.
Dogs.
How gods
smile.
Cats.
They abhor
a vacuum.
Dogs.
How gods
smile.
Mona Lisa.
A woman who cannot control
reproduction.
Paintings.
Windows created by looking
both inward and out.
Potter.
Clay cobras into a pot.
Glaze slithers on like skin.
Still Life.
Fruit preserved
in oil.
Sistine Chapel.
A delivery room
for giants.
Chiaroscuro.
in the theatre of shadow.
Self-Portrait.
Hung up
in my frame of mind.
Rousseau.
the jungle becomes civilized.
Frida.
In one stroke,
pain becomes paint.
Guggenheim.
Art’s
corkscrew.
Matisse.
The kimono languor of your body
patterns desire within me.
Van Gogh.
A fatal stroke
of genius.
Second Death.
forget.
Death.
What you don’t see
is what you get.
What I Believe.
Life after death
is never the same.
Roadside Cemetery.
The quick
and the dead.
In The End.
Death doesn’t happen all at once.
It’s a daily occurrence.
When I Die.
Plant me like a flower
and be my spring.
Cemetery.
Every plot
has a story.
Grief.
Shot through the heart
and left to live.
Each Death.
A reminder of the skeleton
inside ourselves.
Mourning.
Half is what will never be.
Dusty Death.
The fate
of figurines.
Murder.
My crayon days
ended in a chalk outline.
The Dead.
Songs not written
are our favorite tunes.
Seppuku.
I have no stomach
for violence.
It’s my Funeral.
Tell all the birds to stop singing.
Tell all the bells to crack.
Razor Blade.
Sharpening my resolve
to dull the pain.
Razor Blade.
Sharpening my resolve
to dull the pain.
Dying.
Alone,
at last.
Anatomy of a Clock.
A face and two hands,
but no heart.
Calendar.
My days
are numbered.
Clock.
It ticks
me off.
Watches.
Time
on our hands.
Yesterday.
It made me
what I am today.
Wall Clock.
Time, hung
and quartered.
Old Calendar.
A checkered
past.
Time.
Clocks tick
just like bombs.
Grandfather Clock.
Old
timer.
12 O’Clock.
Hands straight up
like a robbery.
Counting the Hours.
program.
Landscapes
Firmament.
The moon and pond collide
bringing heaven down to earth.
Photo Finish.
The lake is brushed with shadow
and darkness mascaras the pines.
Land.
Hills flatten suddenly
like a flipped tortoise.
Reflections on Lakes.
Images emerge from liquid
like developing photographs.
Vacant Lot.
Human drama was once housed
on this dirt stage.
Office Complex.
Lake and building
Xeroxing each other.
Silvered Water.
Tarnished by clouds.
Polished by sunlight.
Desert.
A sea of sand
washed by heat waves.
Unflinching Beauty.
Steeples vaccinate
the patient sky.
View.
Held in the unfinished basket
of bare branches.
Math and Aftermath.
Earth multiplies.
Heaven subtracts.
Industrial Landscape.
Hieronymus
botched.
Alzheimer’s.
A pencil-sharp mind
with an eraser at the end.
Arthritis.
Rings and bracelets
of unremoveable pain.
Diagnosis.
With stethoscope coldness,
my future was amputated.
Alzheimer’s.
Mugged on strolls
down memory lane.
Illness.
The body has a mind
of its own.
Cancer.
It divides and multiplies,
then subtracts.
Alzheimer’s Disease.
Cursed to live
one’s death.
Diagnosis.
Illness.
A too weak
vacation.
Anorexia.
A mirror fogged
by self-esteem.
Migraine.
Light is heavy
as a sledge hammer.
Fish
Koi.
They scarve
and then tie knots.
Goldfish.
Swimming like sliced oranges
in a punchbowl.
Trout.
An arc of silver
welds the surfaces.
Guppies.
Slivers
of fish.
Tropical Fish.
Undulating
like tattoos on biceps.
Bouquet.
Florist flowers unstopper
their empty perfume bottles.
Pink and Blue.
The litmus of hydrangeas
puts summer to the test.
Rosebud.
with a perfume punch.
Rhododendrons.
Dropping corsages
like coy debutantes.
Tulip.
A chalice
filled with spring.
Florist Flowers.
Fresh, as if plucked,
from a new grave.
Daffodils.
Yellow trumpets
blaring spring.
Orchid.
Perfume bleeds
from your throat.
Clover.
Fields as red
as collapsed barns.
Cut Tulips.
They bend
to an internal wind.
Hand Mirror.
Abruptly as an Alzheimer patient
it forgets the face just held.
Telephone.
A blunt instrument
used to bludgeon silence.
Quilt.
Pieces, once whole,
become whole again.
Venetian Blinds.
They cancel a
postage stamp of sunlight.
Pomegranate.
Unworn jewels
in a leathery pouch.
Steeple.
It pierces the skin of sky
which has already turned blue.
Handgun.
It’s loaded
with surprise endings.
Quilt.
The genealogy
of wardrobes.
Window Blinds.
Shredding light
to ribbons.
Cell Phones.
We are left
to our own devices.
Cell Phones.
We are left
to our own devices.
People
Literary Style.
She was slim
as a volume of poetry.
Theory of Relatives.
Mass does not equal energy
and they’re all square.
Blueblood.
His hands are veined
like Stilton.
Polished.
The jungle is at her fingertips.
She nails her prey.
Salesmen.
Dressed in bug-shiny suits
and infested with smiles.
Teenagers.
Assert your individuality.
Dress identically.
At the Roulette Table.
The wheel
reinvents them.
Generations.
They’ll come
after us.
Blood Relations.
They gather in knots
and constrict like tourniquets.
Bio Logic.
Never thought I’d wind up
like a clock.
Making a Splash.
Sardined into sequins
and fish net stockings.
New Englanders.
as epitaphs.
Heredity.
It’s all
Night
Evening is Born.
An egg moon
in a nest of twigs.
Dream.
A painted
cave.
Nightfall.
The sun swings its wrecking ball
and demolishes the day.
Dreams.
mended at dawn.
Nightfall.
It spreads
like spilled ink.
Bad Dream.
Saddled
by a nightmare.
Night.
Sudden
as a collapsed tent.
Sleep.
Death’s
amateur night.
Dream River.
Strapped by sheets
to a mattress raft.
Wind.
It starches the sails
and wrinkles the lake.
Breeze.
It delicately dynamites,
then stillness mends.
Wind Through Pines.
The moan of pain
killers, just administered.
Wind.
Broadcasting seeds
on air waves.
Explosion.
My dress
blew up.
Crazy Weather.
Leaves throw tantrums
and the wind howls.
Rustle.
The ballroom taffeta
of debutante leaves.
Tornado.
It Osterizes the landscape
like a brand-new kitchen gadget.
Windstorm.
torn from angels.
My Heart.
It hardened
like a stopped cement mixer.
Inside Out.
with the soul.
Happiness.
Nothing, but a bursting flower,
could contain me.
Grudges.
Knifes stored
in flannel.
Nerves.
Your cigarette burns like a fuse
and even your drink is sweating.
Torture.
Leaves fingernail pavement
and rake my spine.
This Moment.
I want nothing
more than forever.
Out of Touch.
Bone will not oblige
nerve-naked senses flinch.
Tailor of Loneliness.
The fabric of silence
is stitched by a clock.
Seeing Red.
Rage developed
in Polaroid time.
Amusement Park.
Smiles jab their faces
like dental tools.
Loneliness.
When the earth
Violence.
scatter like cockroaches.
Joy.
It pierced me
with its corkscrew.
Big Blue Sky.
An empty ballroom
for my heart dances.
Bookmark This Night.
Press the moon flat
as a flower between us.
Rain
Poetic Justice.
The pentameter of rain
beats poetry to the punch.
Rain.
of water.
Storm Draws Near.
A pencil lead sky
scribbles rain.
Under the Weather.
The lake is measled
with rain.
Storm.
The tin sky
Quonsets.
Watercolor.
with laundry-rinse grey.
In Short Order.
Rain sizzles off
greasy pavement.
Lightning.
darkness to life.
Paper Sky.
Watermarked by rain
inked by birds.
Weather Report.
Talking up
a storm.
Fog.
Tissue paper
over winter’s engraving.
Fog.
It moves
like an eraser.
Foggy.
Bug-slow we creep
using headlight antennae.
Fog.
Morning's
Alzheimers.
Fog.
Morning's
Alzheimers.
Out of the Blue.
Clouds scribble
like skywriters gone mad.
It’s Clear.
Clouds disappear
like cataract surgery.
Clean Air.
Clouds shampoo
rain rinses.
Cold Front.
strewn with crumpled Kleenex.
Facing Up.
A lather of clouds
shaved by a breeze.
Clouds.
Vaporized
pearls.
Stormy.
Steel-wool clouds
scrub the blue out of the sky.
Spring Clouds.
Grey swatches of cloth
piped with sunlight.
Storm Clouds.
Plump and feathery grey
like bathing pigeons.
Clouds.
Smothering with their pillow
until the sky turns blue.
Clouds.
Smothering with their pillow
until the sky turns blue.
Firing Squad.
A murder
without suspects.
Reality.
for angels.
Dictionary.
A poem
in smithereens.
Turtle.
An army helmet
with sense.
Brat.
A pill
with side effects.
Desire.
worn by fear.
Apartment Wall.
The dividing line
between music and noise.
Television.
A coffin
for creativity.
Zoos.
Prisons
for the innocent.
Hourglass.
Quick
sand.
Conversation.
monologues.
Routine.
A morgue
for passion.
Television.
Prosthetic
imagination.
Censorship.
A jungle
of fig leaves.
Aquarium.
Think
tank.
Tract Houses.
Revolting
developments.
Perfume.
The counter
offensive.
Quartet.
Four
play.
Dusk.
The creation
of eve.
Will.
Death
wish.
Poverty.
The path of
least assistance.
Football Games.
Artificial turf
wars.
Golf Courses.
Cemeteries
for the vertical.
Divorce.
Parole from
picket fence prisons.
Cadillacs.
Coffins
for the living.
Weeds.
Plant
bullies.
Homeless.
Those left holding
the bag.
Blonde.
A hair
trigger.
The Rich.
Diamonded
and jaded.
Self-Worship.
Altar
ego.
Crater.
Star
struck.
Theatre and Religion.
Magnificent
lies.
Atlas.
A flat
world.
Printing.
Paper impressed
by words.
Stained Glass.
The dogma
in the window.
Educated Guess.
College
intuition.
Casino.
A house
of cards.
Church and State.
anxiety.
Diets.
Excuses
wearing thin.
Dance.
The fabric of movement
woven out of space.
Collection.
A family reunion
for inanimate objects.
Slight of Hand.
No
applause.
Slight of Hand.
No
applause.
Chaos.
Restraining
order.
Familiarity.
A gradual
coma.
Pessimism.
Learning to swim
by drowning.
Dentist.
Electric
chair.
Dentist.
Electric
chair.
Morse Code.
Communication
on the blink.
Jury.
Judges
by the dozen.
Skeleton.
Flesh worn
to the bone.
Eggshells.
in fragile containers.
Nude.
A public
figure.
Punishment.
Sisyphus
rocks.
Nude.
A public
figure.
Punishment.
Sisyphus
rocks.
Fireworks.
scatter into darkness.
Phonograph.
A needle in the arm.
A rush of music.
Ellipsis.
Abruptly as snapped pencil lead,
the conversation stopped.
Campfires.
and their ashes scattered.
Hunting.
It begins with a bang
and ends with a whimper.
Anesthesia.
I’m stuck like an entomologist’s insect
while air is tweezered from me.
Accident.
With flashbulb clarity
horror Weegees his face.
Cheap Perfume.
Like the stench of flowers
from an unwanted lover.
Doctor’s Office.
Patients suffering
from impatience.
Framed.
I didn’t get
the picture.
Abrupt Silence.
A needle lifted
from a still-spinning record.
Still Water.
A fledgling
mirror.
Talk is Cheap.
Her mouth drew tight
as a drawstring purse.
Nouveau Riche.
Faux chateau
and bushes clipped like poodles.
Advice.
Get T-shirt opinions
off of your chest.
Short Cut.
The road razors through
a stubble of trees.
Anatomy of Money.
Pay through the nose
and foot the bill.
No Answer.
I called your answer machine,
but it didn’t have any.
Learning German.
Berlitz
krieg.
Lies.
Ants in the sugar
of your words.
Energy.
Appliances have it made.
I want a cord.
Fear.
Prey quivers
like a thrown knife.
Molotov Cocktail.
Sunshine, tossed through the window,
detonates my happiness.
Doctor’s Office.
Fingered magazines
and chairs stiff as splints.
New Year’s Resolution.
To euthanize
my pet peeves.
Fireworks.
Sparks weld
darkness to darkness.
Backstage.
Disbelief is no longer suspended.
It’s propped up in a corner.
Purse.
With bivalve difficulty,
money is pried loose.
Gravity.
It ties
me down.
Hang Up.
Birds clothespin
telephone lines.
Tears.
An ocean
in an eyedropper.
Secrets.
With beating wings,
they long to Icarus.
Shadows.
We are twinned
by darkness.
Theatre Door.
A knife blade of light
stabs my vision.
Worn Out.
Exhausted clothes
now quiet as dustrags.
Arrow.
Thought.
A blitz of electricity
between to be and not.
Intellectual Growth.
Between the furrows of your brow
an idea sprouts.
Creativity.
Shot through the brain
with the bullet of life.
Losing Track.
My train of thought
is a wreck.
Worry.
Thoughts
with cancer.
Analysis.
story.
Thoughts.
Small as bugs
and winged like angels.
Brain.
A convoluted
matter.
Lacking Creativity.
Not in my
right mind.
Doubt.
Acid thrown
on reason.
Drawing a Blank.
The Russian roulette
of creativity.
Darkroom.
Images lurk in chemicals
like hallucinations.
Negatives.
Cuticles of smiles
dead as snapped fingernails.
Photo in Darkroom.
A shot
in the dark.
Paparazzi.
Shooting
stars.
Snap Judgment.
Photo
contest.
Love of Reading.
The body of literature
seduced me.
Library.
The quiet violence
of cracking spines.
Books.
Black ink
lights our way.
Ink.
The blood supply
for thought transfusions.
Shelf Life.
It begins again
with each reader.
Unread Books.
A cacophonous
silence.
Censorship.
Books should be bound,
but not gagged.
Literature.
Lies telling
great truths.
Haiku.
Word
ikebana.
Poet.
Giving birth
to couplets.
Frost Bite.
Stopping by the woods
on a snowy evening.
Poetry.
A jump-off ledge
above a sidewalk of criticism.
Garcia Lorca.
Franco rifled through
his unwritten manuscripts.
Poetry Classes.
Unleashing
doggerel.
Neruda.
Your song is drenched
in the color of damp violets.
Neruda.
Your song is drenched
in the color of damp violets.
Growing Older.
It’s a new
wrinkle.
Nursing Home.
A warehouse of skeletons
waiting to be born.
Dementia.
Minds gone soft
as rest home food.
Reflection.
out of youth.
Life.
It comes and goes
in a heartbeat.
Life.
It comes and goes
in a heartbeat.
Time.
It eats
its young.
Bankrupt.
I spent
my youth.
Bankrupt.
I spent
my youth.
Train.
Like turned pages,
landscapes window past.
Train Travel.
Passengers, drunk with speed,
weave down the aisle.
Train.
It stopped on the tracks
like a stuck zipper.
Railroad Tracks.
They cut and
suture the land.
Tunnel.
Film runs off the reel
and then restarts.
Trains.
They whistle
in the dark.
Addiction.
Pleasure’s
pain.
Chemical Abuse.
Your mood swings
and I duck.
Drugged.
Spinning like a record
waiting for a needle.
Drugs.
The daze
of our lives.
Overdose.
Dying
in vein.
Medicinal Qualities.
Nursing drinks
and doctoring stories.
Hangover.
The wrath
of grapes.
Verb Conjugation.
At the bar, working on
drink, drank, and drunk.
Zombies.
I ordered them
to kill my pain.
Free as a Bird.
Sucking oblivion
from throats of bottles.
Sobriety Test.
Passing
the bar.
My New Lenses.
Wine
glasses.
Cocktail Napkin.
The drafting board
for impossible dreams.
Happy Hour.
Serving time
behind bars.
Designated Driver.
Driven
to drink.
Designated Driver.
Driven
to drink.
Whiskey.
I took three slugs
and then it hit me.
Booze.
It’s bottled up
inside me.
Cocktail Conversation.
Sounding the depths
of shallowness.
Lady Macbeth.
Ambition and murder
are the same commodity.
Iambic Pentameter.
Shakespeare’s
heartbeat.
Birnam Wood.
Limbs sprout and I am armed.
Lumbering strides approach…
Stab in the Dark.
it’s curtains.
Lady Macbeth.
Out of one damn spot
and into another.
Yorick.
Shakespeare’s
numskull.
Thick Eyeglasses.
In separate aquariums
his eyes dart like fish.
Lips.
Thin as the scar
of a suicide attempt.
Ears.
Shells listening
to their own ocean.
Serious.
I buried my face
in a grave expression.
Moth.
Two rice paper triangles.
One origami fold.
Targets.
A spider bulls-eyes its web
as flies dart.
A Wing and a Prayer.
opened and closed.
Garden Spider.
It hems the air, wrapping flies
tight as bobbins.
Mosquito.
An opportunity
for a bloodless coup.
Moths.
They flutter like bits
of a torn love letter.
Silkworm.
Kimono
in a tube.
Evolution.
Moths do not yet dream
of polyester.
Cricket.
The metronome
of silence.
Assyrian Gates.
Horses have sprung into stone
and tethered themselves to eternity.
Archaeology.
Bones Yorick up the past
reminding us of flesh.
Toppled Statues.
Murdered
history.
Marie Antoinette.
She talked
her head off.
Writing
Plagiarism.
I steal lines
from your body.
Henry James.
Sentenced
to death.
Virginia and Sylvia.
Drowned in gas.
Suffocated in water.
Critics.
The cons
of prose.
Fiction.
Imagined
truth.
Death of an Author.
Words stop,
but they do not end.
Happy Ending.
A ribbon of words
tied in a bow.
Writer’s Block.
Pregnant with
stillborn words.
e. e. cummings.
capital
punishment.
Writers.
Between sheets of paper
manuscripts are conceived.
Love.
Anything I can fall into
must be beneath me.
Love and Hate.
Post-operative
Siamese twins.
Lover.
My unparticipating heart
won’t miss you a beat.
Love.
Unearthing
heaven.
One.
The losing number
in the lottery of love.
Love.
A heart
attacked.
Space.
The oxygen
of love.
Full Moon.
It’s just going through
a phase.
The Moon.
A clipped fingernail
against black carpet.
Quarter Moon.
A stray earring
in a black purse.
Moon Behind Clouds.
A bulb glowing
through a lampshade.
Full Moon.
The last paper lantern
in the garden.
Moon.
A pill
sliced in half.
New Moon.
The grin
on a black mask.
Winter Moon.
An unseasonable egg
born in a nest of branches.
in the past.
The Future’s Shape.
filled with quicksand.
Borrowed Time.
Don’t pawn the future
to buy back yesterday.
The Future.
It’s beyond
me.
Don’t turn down
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