another poem from last fall

Nothing important to say.

Nothing to say, it seems, whenever I set pen to paper.
The words waver on the ledge, teasing
their rescuer.
"Don't get close - I'll jump (off the edge)"
irretrievable forevermore.
Forever, or until the next time
I set the pen.

the blank white jeers - a mean paper mien.

Then something drags me away
progress is glimpsed on the horizon, a shade
but life

over hear

calls out,
a crowd
"help me"
"fix me"
"learn me"
"clean me"
"play me"
"watch me"
"surf me"
"read me"

a new (to you!) poem...

in the depths of Hawkin's mind


the door that's never worked right
slides, sticks, slams.

Separates.

A sad exhiliration
overtakes.
the air is clear
the moon bright
the wind, softly
*Run away,
far away*

One heart pounds
the other weeps
gently, briefly
but the Yard holds tight
- no egress, no mercy
So Toughness comes
dominates Dream,
drags, drops; delineates
the in(t/f)ernal glow.

Go back,
Grab the bar.

It's what you do.

a new poem!

Paper Cuts


eye see a rainbow of construction paper

it can’t cause a poem

the subtlety is too subtle
the importance too small.
eye breathe a little slower
live a little shorter
die a little more

fleeting, fleeing ever faster
adult years outpace childhood
farther from it every
year, every
day, every
heartache

Wonder
is fading, escaping
fleas from a drowning pet

You are mourned
by just one, Truest Friend of mine.




01202010