There’s no absoluteTo be found, betweenYour Rorschach trialAnd the cloud shapesThat once upon a timeWere so endearingIn this one, a rabbitFollowed byAnother rabbitThat looks likeIt
Category: Poetry & Prose
A Likelihood of Saints
There it is again At the corner Of my eye Dangling, distracting A tiny strand Twitching, dancing As if From a marionette’s Interpretive hand Like
I Have Seen
I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
The Poet – part 2
Was it a sequence Of words Drifting in and out Like the last time I tried to sleep Through the Drowning sands With silica dreams
Nothing
I grow tired of the reflection How it always stares back at me Like an old friend I’ve watched over the years Condescending, knowing, judging
Float Away
I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You’ve been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because
