through stony rooftops
brazen windows
and heavy doors
the stars don’t shine

yet still we sit
laughing
as we lift to our lips
a dangerous cocktail
of greed, boredom
and ageing whiskey

it runs cooly
over our twisted tongues
my breathing
covers the walls

and i stagger
stagger, through a labyrinth
of wire hedges
barbs ripping open
any chance
of feeling alive

ha! how naïve

The storm began
back in my childhood
I was naive and clueless

The storm picked up momentum
the clouds got darker
the rain came down
in sheets

I traveled blindly
through it all
I could bear it no
longer

I picked up a shovel
and started shoveling
earth
into a bottomless
pit

The weather subsided
Very slowly
the cyclonic eye took birth

The seed sprouted into a sapling
I willed it on to green
soon amidst the greens I saw pink,
may be real or just a dream.
Then I felt the flutter
of youthful exuberance
touch me, engulf me, entice me;
as I watched the dream unfold
right before my eyes, when
from amidst the bud emerged
a blooming, blushing, charming You
my lips rushed to claim, with a brush on dew.

alive, and do tomorrow, isn’t fixed
as none have knowledge when their time will be
for every dawn the world is missing some
and empty chairs at tables multiply

and so departures keep on through the years
and many times the cut is close to home
my greatest fear I’ll share with you today
to still be here when all I love have gone

but somehow comes new life, new friends, new fancies
as through this world we travel on our quest
and meetings, partings mayhap have a purpose
the separation cycle may exist

Decorative
cheap
words of love an inscription
in the arguement the
dogs come in
exictement by the
rage filling walls
the sunny hot
summer room
the end table
on its long dark
legs totters

the little fountian
falls breaks in
three..
the candle holder
bowl shatters
shards and water
stones

everyone stalls
for a moment
in time..
bright eyes

then a sigh
the dogs curl
up
she leaves
for a smoke
the sliding
door slams

In the beginning
God created the heavens and earth
then Boom!
A dissatisfied snake
spewed out toxic waste.
Eve tried a taste
then breast fed her children
who defecated pollution
turning earth into a junk yard
I wonder if God wants it back,
to repair it?
A permanent fix would be nice
so Gabriel can applaud!

i wish i hadn’t
pointed a wavering eye
in Her direction
but i did

and i wish i hadn’t
felt complied
to trade thoughts
but i did

and i wish i hadn’t
fallen into the
maddening embrace
of twirling
tumbling confusion
of late nights
and half empty
bottles of chardonnay
but i did

and now
it’s just

you, me
and the moon

Tonight
I leave the world behind
to search for the light
that holds the thread that binds

The hopes I used to hold
no longer glow,
obscured by all the ashes
of dreams I used to grow

I watch them burn
through the window of my grief
and then I plead
for a chance for relief

All of my strength has long been depleted
Things that I once had are all long gone
I am falling apart, torn and shredded
like flesh stripped from the bone

she worked with her pencil and paper
while her mother did the ironing
it was common practise for the child
she ofttimes delighted in drawing
but today she didn’t sketch, she scribbled
precise loops forming between the lines
I’m writing a letter to Nana, she said
’cos I really miss her sometimes