find me

baby left sometimes she leaves stays away… I wait I can’t stand waiting – cannot make her come back soon enough   slowly time erases sorrow slakes sleepers wake again together one on one laugh away the hours lost the shadow’s left slowly fading on...

echo

sleepless night toss and turn remembering when relived again amended to no avail   up-ended brought forth into that darkness promising clarity   absolute darkness entreats   silence traps…   your beating heart resurrects over and over refuses end. *** BITTER POEMS: echo BY NEIL...

 blossom in eight haiku

1 beneath cloud streaked moon snow white fallen blossoms tremble about our feet      2 I pass to you a slip of folded paper small origami bird      3 seventeen facet...

asicanine  (a call to dogs) 

lavender leashed dog festooned in a yellow slicker overly wrapped in man little rubber booties yukked with mud rhinestone collared Oh! how I wish you would bury the bones from that...

arias

fly on a peeling sill every surface potential edge of the world   eyes filled with light food wooed pile of dog mush bit of cheddar asparagus spear all the same to it   frustrated...

another cat (Franz Wright)

the heels of his poor man shoes were each worn down on the outside edge and the laces were white string knotted to where the black had broken… he...

dilettante-ism

 splattered rabbit early a.m. remnant scarlet on the double yellow line inside out pulseless in a heartbeat Goodyear revolution of whitewall rubber triple ply tread sporting a brand new snazzy zig zag pelt bunny coat back...

promise

swirling banner wind whipped color coded a field of stars a row of stripes remembering when freedom found a country to plant its perfect flag upon made a promise we pledge with our hearts to...

the dream

last night, Rimbaud as the dream dogs howled you tripped on my creased pillow broke in a hundred poems across the floor cobalt hued… ocher, turquoise, vermillion glass glowing under moonlight’s...

red buddha

Mao attaining... (to buddhahood) Mao you Chairman Buddha now fat cat china cool Tao, your zen red book Great leap forward bone to throw the masses off… seeking you in bullett...

Han-shan’s dust

Han-shan speaks in broom strokes when I sweep he recites to me fills  me with intention reminds me all is chaos and that sweeping is not about collecting dust merely to transport...

Because the moon

  Because the moon has no place to rest she drifts in endless circles constantly shedding the memory of herself to forge through darkness brave night’s silence endure the stars.

Before the Circus

A coffee joint was where once upon a time you sat on a stool before a flecked formica counter with a tin strip edge and a gimp legged waitress...

Mis-appelation

Unspooled on a fractured sidewalk an abstract horn man threads breath into wind conjurs up a street hustle kiss in sweet, mostly un-noticed love songs… Autumn in New York April...
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