Buy the Book

And

This One Too

Marked for Love

Look you

Marked for love

What pants

What sweater 

What blue space

Next to star

Hangs on you

What drapes close

And open revealing 

A kiss finally

Summer

Buds

Caterpillar 

Piano noise

Coming off the street

Seeds

How does one keep cool

Be more sure-footed

Be important

Ha,  what sound

From what foam

Bubbling from a stream

Laugh like an old man

Count the cats

And sometimes 

This is enough

Birds float by the sun

What sometimes

And, lastly, and all to well

What have I done

Fallen asleep 

Like everyone.

Roller Rink Sadness

I am forever forgetting

That these last few laps

Were pathetic. The disco 

Ball and swirling organ

Music has kept me off

My game. Will I ever

Make it back to one

Line of thought. Or

Will I continue on

this film loop? 

Tape slapping against 

the reel. One last round

You are still beautiful 

But I don’t play you anymore