read me again (01.25.2018): alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
Tag: poem
fallen fates
Against all my heart has loved I hold a difference and a debt
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
the poet: a community interaction
Read me with a genuine desire to see me.
throwback: 1998: the music box
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
throwback: 1991: stowaway
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
regretless
But I’ve become a worn welcome to chance, having dreamt near all I’ve done.
throwback: 1988: wildcards were made for mixed hands
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
sail, against whatever wind
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.
snellen’s snare
The past is a curious optic.
suncatcher
And wheels within wheels is each cloud rolling across her eyes as they uplift…
echoes of narkissos
There’s a numbness in your sadness…
cor primum
I’ve heard some say, ‘reason reigns.’
i am poetry
I am poetry.
semi-souled sorrow
So were the halves of one homeless man…
a sailor’s dream
…it’s okay for my heart to have a few irreconcilable differences with my mind…
WINDSTREWN 