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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

She Sits in Her Chair

She sits in her chair, cat in her lap
Folded like a napkin, book held
Like  a steering wheel. The world
Breathes on her every time she turns
On CNN.


                  She sits in her chair,
Like a little blue automobile,
Driving quietly through her life,
On the freeways of an author’s
Imagination.

                        The dangerous
 Curves are his for the choosing,
It is her foot that presses the gas,
She peers into the rear view mirror,
But sees only with his eyes.



Friday, June 23, 2017

The Sounds In The
Faraway Room

The sounds in the faraway room, are like artillery
from half way ‘round the world.  They are the roars
of hollow lions.  The silence of the dead is no better. 
I hear all the conversations of the dead, by default. 
Words have always piled up like leaves in a yard.

The mind sees faces where there are none, hears
words coming from the house of the spectral tongue.
                     This is a world of ghosts.


Today is forever wrapped like a fish in yesterdays’
newspaper.  There is a yellow tinge to all life, my love. 
Soon we shall rendezvous. We shall meet in a mouth. 
Dance in its cavities. Loosen its words, cast them upon
the wind, to be heard like the sounds in the faraway room.



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

                      Poet On His Throne of Stones                

The Poet on his throne of stones,
the Poet in his mind of bones,
contemplating his cigarette.

When you look into the ocean,
 what on Earth do you see?
Go ahead, play the role of genius,
                                             we’ll wait.



When you look into each wave,
do you see the history of each man?
Go ahead, smoke your cigarette in silence.

When you peer into your mind of bones,
that graveyard in your skull-like bowling ball,
do you see a thousand years like a match?

When you strike that match against your muse,
do you see paradise or wasteland?
Go ahead, smoke your cigarette in silence.


                                                                  We’ll wait.