Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Twice Baked


A yardful of daisies
Caught my eye, "A crafty
way to avoid mowing"
Thought I.
And further, "A beauty
for any passerby."
Good job, house with the lawn
Full of daisies
Carry on.


Saturday, July 18, 2009


I spent time this way
A while in the margins
Of sense and intentions
Whiling my sight on wobbly tracks
Vibrations of mind traveling
On slack notions and dozing
Is this Wednesday?
AM or PM?
With all the shades open
I can still miss the day


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Free Fish

No forced rhyme this time.
Some rules remain as others
Though not "Free" or open verse,
The closing is not shut and worse,
The middle is vacant as a hole.
So leaving all this space caught,
The thrill of filling in the blanks
Remains to be claimed repeatedly.


Thursday, May 28, 2009

New Rule

Don't mention GOD.
Belief or not,
Faith or skepticism.
For the vast majority god is a pill
Taken on holy days
Or when feeling ill.

But really, don't mention any gods.


Sunday, April 12, 2009


God is not dead.
Soldiers who defend,
Infidels who offend,
These and more have
Found their ending
Keeping God alive.

Is that not proof?

If God were dead
Nobody would kill for him
Or save a baby bird.
For him.
Good and evil deeds
Would need another force
To make them real,

To give them life with
Because, because
That's why
And God said so.


Sunday, February 08, 2009

Special Reserve Light

After even stars were black
The night I don't want back
So sunny in the morning that
I cracked the window wide

Something I would never do
Today the right thing is clear
Wide open to the sky
I want this sunlight near

In wordless incantation
Bright spots blast to edges
Clearing up my nightmares
A daylight dream emerges


Friday, January 30, 2009

Hollow Tree

This confinement I achieve is
A useful split from others
When reaching out is decayed
From lack of use and
From a driven purpose
This not really alone stays
Where I hear, see and feel
Plenty of people around me
Then extraordinary talk
Sublime and accidental
Catches my ear, lights blinking
A horn outside reminds-
This surrounded self keeps
Searching for connections and memory
Clouded by sparks of word rain