Thursday, May 01, 2014

504 mph
40,000 feet
clouds slide silently beneath
chasing the setting sun
toward a new tomorrow
where the day begins again
and darkness recedes behind
unpleasant memories
fading away
into the past
like that day
your father left home
or the moment
your mother died

at 40,000 feet
everything seems simple
and easier to understand

and instead of
torturing yourself
to create something great
you just look out the window

take a sip of your gin and tonic

and write.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

And then
we die.


Saturday, June 30, 2012

What is that like? Finding someone you can survive going through life with? The dice seem loaded. Or else there's just an improbability machine turned on somewhere, cranking out random pairs of people who decide to battle it out for serious number of years inclined to never admit defeat. Is that good? Dogged determination that results in a whirlpool of emotion and a draining of joy from the very lives they pledge themselves to?

Monday, May 07, 2012

i am so glad
winter is fading away
and the windows can be opened
so that the breeze can carry us
to someplace other than this moment
as if in a dream
warm and inviting
like forgotten summer days
where we under the willow tree
enjoyed life without hesitation
Not knowing the future
unaware of our mortality
because it was just a summer day
and we were just children

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

the rain pours out of the gutters
and onto the loading dock
blue grey day of quiet thoughts
lost letters and forgotten moments
people no longer with us
swirling clouds mingle with buildings
colors saturate and intensify
the rain grows louder
the heart slows with sadness
blue grey day of
disquieting thoughts

Saturday, January 07, 2012

If I could play the sitar
I would
I would play a song that evoked
sultry hot monsoon days
and dark promiscuous nights
sad morning afters
I would
pluck the strings
in some remarkable artistic fashion
leaving the listener
tapping his or her foot
in time



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

troubled youth


so he was 54 not 14
but it felt like familiar territory
flying upside down
unable to determine the horizon
raindrops obscuring
what's up ahead
hold on
this isn't in the manual
take another drink
throttle up
bank and roll
it could be another crash landing
it could be another dream
isn't it about time
lessons were learned
injuries avoided
hit the ejector seat
and hope the
doesn't malfunction