April 18th, 2012
your reflection
is an hodgepodge of ink sketches
improvised, broken, polished
posted in your secret gallery
coveted by countless lovers
resembling nothing
but ancient dreams
drink with me
let us sing ballads
of Sir Patrick Spence
for such is our commission
drink with me
until in drunken stupor
we tip off the stage
onto the second row pipers
and perchance glimpse
that elusive stage manager
run, noble friend, run
run from your gallery
until you can’t run anymore
and you lay fallen
breathless on the highway
then lift those eyes
those dark pearls of heart
to yonder blue
you lover, sailor,
actor, friend.
I will be there.
Tags: allegory, friendship, loyalty
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November 24th, 2011
Nightly in your room
You watch for a white star
That whispered long ago
Of an ancient quest.
Yours are young eyes
Which seldom rise,
Eyes that beseech
For some noble thing
Some heroic measure.
On your altar
A portrait of the master
Behind the candle light
Illuminating amid your skirmishes
On the field of concentration.
Children once free
We turned into proud liegemen.
The valiant fight for their country,
Some for [...]
April 27th, 2011
No thought or formula,
No belief or religion
Can stop your wiles
Endless foolery perhaps;
A trickster to crack a trickster.
* * *
I walk along a sandy shore.
The low silvery sun shimmers
liquid metal upon the sea.
Sitting alone,
Legs stretched in front,
A young woman with both hands
Kneeding the sand before her
In slow rhythmic motion,
Forward, then back,
Forward, back.
Her long jeans
Wet [...]
April 27th, 2011
Let us sit by the river.
A long time ago
You were the cool trickling
You lived in yourself as the fishes and plants
Swimming and swaying.
Birds and deer drank from you.
Leaves fell into you.
You were the vigor of the current.
During the day you reflected the sun
at night, the sparkling stars.
These rocks on which we sit,
You unearthed them
And shaped [...]
