Her weak eyes could hardly see
I had to show her where to sign
if it hadn't been for me
it would have been blank...that dotted line

She doesn't need a vacuum
with a power-cord and more
to clean the threadbare carpet
covering her floor

It picks up all the cat-hair
with this attachment, don't you see
Of course, it will cost extra...
just a little fee

As I leave her cold apartment
I'm having no regret
I've sold more than all the others
and I've won our little bet

i.

I will have none of it,
no, not even that,
I won't enter your private hell,
not even to save you
from dreams that came
to this.

There is a serpent lying in the grass
and he eats the light of day,
there are stars that sing,
hanging in the balance
breaking through the skull
of loneliness.

ii.

i am dis-assembling my life,
it makes perfect sense.
for ten years i’ve known it’s time to die

and so,
each day
i remove a little contact,
one less phone call,
no invitations,
more brusque replies,
even more brutality and abuse,
to those I love,
to let go.

then i will have to sort
all the stuff for the dump,
all the stuff for charity
all the books to be chosen from
by my friends,
which will be my wake.

Time has kissed me,
rich in life unlooked-for,
cut free from pains
of strangled futures
I would have never had
until we met.

Time has bound me,
ties of intimacy,
sex and lust,
bonds of passion and desire,
chains of care
and aching wonder
on sleepless nights
spent asking why
of all endless choice
you could have made,
I was your's.

I'm tired of the battering
You find flattering
My soul is torn
Wanting to be yours

No amount of hoping, or
Spilling my heart 
Changes your motives, for
Taking me apart

So, I stand my ground
To sit around
While you walk away
This thanksgiving holiday  

The cruise, I enjoyed
We should've bonded
But, you believe 
In a dominate lead

I tried being submissive
Catering to your ego
You are so harsh, indecisive
Taking me down a cruel road

Lover of tubes

He sat cross legged his long fingers
drawing conclusions from paper and ink,
meandering in thoughts well written by
people he will never meet. She on the other
hand knew of these people but would never
say, all she would be in his eyes was sweet.

Let's walk beneath a fall rainbow
which trembles in the autumn wind
before the bright leaves drop and go
signaling the season's end

Or we could drive past farmers' fields
of newly golden beans and corn
'ere combines gather up the yields
leaving the bare ground forlorn

Perhaps sit by a windy lake
and watch the waves roll to the shore
where cattails and bare willows quake
and pine trees whisper "nevermore"

THE SUN BLED CRIMSON RED

The sun bled crimson red
into the western seas
and fire blazed in the darkening skies
piercing wakes of fading sunlight
as the moon yellow pale broke the night.
icy Nordic waves rode on wings of fury
and the trees like skeletons danced
on gallows in the wind.
the fields lay fallow
the earth barren and still
and the noise of all living things
died in thuds of silence.

above
an eagle's point of view
a symphony of green breaks
the monotony of sky on the
earth below,
sun, moon and stars pass overhead
with stories told but unsaid

vagabond bones on a dusty road
speak of time in a seed:
trees, rooted in dirt shed
seasonal leaves
like brilliant titles and musical
notes falling into human bodies
passing away the hours of memory.

We drift along elongated shadows like
rivers.

That Snowfall

The winter season, kept all of us waiting for snow,
the temperature was right for it, well below zero.
The chill factor of the wind kept me warm indoors
in my comfortable home with all of its three floors.
As the temperature fell we waited day after day
for the snow to fall which we hoped was on its way.