I’m Just Telling You
So, I’m telling you,
Them shoes you wearing,
Them ugly shoes caked with concrete and torn up,
If you was married, you’d be wearing better shoes.
Category / Poetry
Self Portrait
Start with bright colors
bold, black strokes.
Notice the eyes
on the blue side of hazel
Continue reading… "Self Portrait"Blessing the End
Sweet dark graces me with grief
to mark the bits slipping into strange hands –
the champagne shades, the old chipped dresser,
the table with the children’s scars.
Continue reading… "Blessing the End"Birds in Flight
Darwin really nailed it, didn’t he? Really caught that melody
that matches every lyric in the song of life.
The prime IF-THEN statement buried deep
in the basic program of existence:
Winter very quick poem
winter very quick poem
out my window
white snow begins, again
another wondering winter blast
What
What do you use to stuff the crack under death’s door?
plain dirty laundry sweet sour and constant
the neverworn wedding dress
left hand gloves
Snag
I put her to bed, frail as a torn rag,
and tried to erase the images
of her rickety legs at the edge of the chair,
my hands under her bony seat,
Almost
You gave no sign of knowing
I was there
tucked behind pussywillows
at the riverbank
A tough woman
A tough woman
lifts dozens of buckets of feed
and does not wince
when the hot wire fence catches her
A History
So they met for dinner
at a country inn and found
something like desire still
hovering between them.