Saturday, February 20, 2016

missing note

well played, maestro

the shrilling echoes
of your absence

through the never-ending corridors of restless silence

and pierce
their frozen war
straight into my peace

even when i'm pleased

you win

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


the eyes i give the color
belly butterflies ought to have

all the rest
would be just speculation

Monday, December 6, 2010


in the greys of winter
through the clouds of stone
a mass of winged
in common sense
heads south
only one chap
takes a mid-air turn
makes a dive or two
and planes the other way

j u s t

Saturday, October 16, 2010

blind date

when doors slide shut
find me

through dimming light
sight me

though scissored nerves
sense me

while shutting down
scan me

and see

Sunday, October 10, 2010


no matter
how close the shot

i miss you