He died tonight crossing Main Street

can I fly at the swollen moon

can i smash it

brittle shards slice my feet

sparks of dying light remind me

to regret

the moon hangs full

a boy and the landscape are dead

Just Wind Against The Window

Rustling, shuffling

scrappy little screams

reds to redless

yellow pales 

mean are the winds against Autumn's dying leaves

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At 1:37 in the dark early day I can't worry about thoughts or dreams or tomorrow, just a silly little phrase.

It came out in a burst, so I knew it was right.

Just Fragments, Sir

The night was all struby

flekky and cream

with whimmy little barbs

i stayed up late

bellyache all shoovy and mean

i know you thought of me

too zinny and straight

then you forgate

so, so mean

i was a flimsy dream

the night was still struby

zettled by vizzy little jabs

shoovy so cruel

I cry

so crimpy 

you know i love you

(I saw this wonderness at work...it's a Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky thing.)

Seasons Change

I dug deep

begging for more 

but my flowers died and the trees fell bare

wind rose from nowhere

i wrote your name on my hand

i threw pennies in a fountain

love me?

sugar thoughts of you 

life's bitter and strange 

you're nowhere

i'm on fire

winter 

bringing on the downside

clocks stop clocking

love stops loving

it's quiet on the downside

empty kisses on paper lips

i'm feeling tired

another day 

somewhere starts its dawning

i drew hearts in an early snow at sunset 

raging orange plume

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Some days I am just worn bare and none of it means a thing anymore. And on other days I throw wishes at the beautiful sky.

So Says An Early Storm

I heard this fairytale laughter flying in the wind. Giggles and snowflakes and winter coming early on a November afternoon dropping inches of fluff to snarl ugly traffic.

Life was gentle until I lived it.

I drank too much hoping I would not know you anymore, but instead I was in the gutter and I didn't know my name.

The flowers died after your wedding. Snow fell on brown brittle leaves in early November and that night I opened wine that had turned to vinegar, then stared at my empty shining glass.

I wanted to love you, but it's one of those things that will or won't ever be for you and me.