Friday, June 28, 2019

Curtain Fall Oak

       Limbs rise
     to open palm

   The sinister wrist,
shattered then broken,
     never touches

Gold curtain heavens
    overhead tempt
  like beauty's shade
  behind translucent

Sunday, June 09, 2019


Seize strains
  of Sun sweetly
 falling string.

Dive deep
  with temptation
  shiny hook.

I've cast deep into blue.
Impression dilates
in concentric spheres.

The fatal moment
  when mouths close.
  My stick bends
 to the sad weight
  depths hold dear.

               In the clear,
                  twist tail, gasp on thin air--
                          find breath in a bucket.

         Your vanquished eyes
               never close.

Sunday, June 02, 2019


We bend to abstruse meandering but
  poets sup on wishes to be written.

      We shun the inexorable end,
 while poets sing want's incantation.

     Essence true unthinkable
         with so much plastic
             this hunger for
      the captivating twilight
                of covered