In Poetry on September 29, 2012 at 5:24 am
The only things that outnumber
or can match the stars are sand,
dead souls and spoken words.
Do you hear that clicking sound?
It’s from that stopped clock
on the second floor. Sometimes
its big hand remembers its time and ticks.
Then it really remembers its time.
And stops again. Read the rest of this entry »
In Poetry on September 29, 2012 at 5:20 am
A cluster of asters chose to nestle in my front yard
next to the snowball bush. And sunlight always hits
my Galaxy that’s parked in the circle drive orbiting
an old blue water pump.
Did you say Junior Ray?
Haven’t seen him in… seems like a light year.
I now call him Cosmic. Cosmic Ray. Read the rest of this entry »
In Poetry on September 27, 2012 at 4:54 pm
silence is irreverence
sacred music is dead
i’ve been trying to tell them
and i’ve been trying to convince myself
my bosses know i’m lying and
pretending confidences Read the rest of this entry »