ArchiveJanuary 2015

In Memory of a Boy

I watch you kick an imaginary ball
Again and
Again
Long, under hot-headed halogens
And for a sudden
I am as you
Unfettered
Unencumbered
Free!
In all the moment

Where?

Watch her walk there – Black leather boots Heels smart on concrete Then quell, skewer the marshmallow Soft; willing white Center On the metallic pole But where joy? Where abandon? Where more...

Self-Summary

Summary in a single
line:
i like food lol
Distillate of thirty years –
better you said nothing
lol

Strand

What is this I lack?
Some connection –
some
strand
that
hangs
Me to the world.
I feel its absence, and in its void
a sadness
no companion can erase.