Tuesday, December 23, 2014


I had a thought so
Dark I could not see

Like a fly trapped in
Syrup that oozes in

My head fed by age
& inclination turning

My blood to amber
& my breath to sky


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Angels' Mercy

The iron door cringes at
The creak of hinges old
Beyond time flattened
Against the wall hangs
A pall heavy of regret
Yet light in the memory
Of mirrors swirling in
Random patterns long
Divested of any divine
Reflection / from an
Open window comes
The rush of escaped


Thursday, December 18, 2014


Cracks in the old wood
Cuts the possibility
Into can or not


Stones Bones & Sign

Down a limestone path
Littered w/horse excreta
Reduced to their original
Elements by the weather
(oats hay & such)
Observed an aeroplane
Circling overhead like a
Bird of prey while the dog
Strayed from the path to
Smell all the distracting
Scents left amidst the
Leaves bones & grass
Crossed a bridge over a
Nameless creek slithering
‘Round the moss covered
Rocks rooted in drift silt
& time
Noted some cryptic signs
Nailed to the trees w/out
Any words written upon
To pronounce judgment
Of innocence or guilt
Christmas just a few
Days away the solstice
Hovers mysterious &


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Golden Showers

Rain’s comin’ down like
God’s really pissed & he ain’t
Even drinkin’ yet



Sleep deprived the week end
Kicks in 24 hours becomes
Even more stomach hurting
Jaw come unhinged with too
Much laughter too much to
Gather in one week end one
Space in time gone & never
Heard from again the speed
Of sound gone underground
Forever obscured by sadness
Lost amongst the echoes of
Madness digging a hole that
Can never be back filled


Thursday, July 24, 2014

To be...

Hands constant bleeding
Wielding a dull ax to
Grind into submission
Sweating exertion
Belly bloated with beer
Body bloated with pain
& memory dripping on
To the page painting
Rorschach pictures of
Inadvertent psychology
Everyone laughs
Everyone cries every
Paragraph sentence
Letter an emotional
Atonement for a world
He would not miss yet
Would miss him

…or not too much


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Good as it gets

Itinerant spirits haunt the streets
Dead to a past they can’t forget
Drinkin’ themselves into another
State that looks a lot like what they
Left behind & sometimes there’s
Creatures look like animals like a
Dog or a cat holdin’ out for a hand
Out when jobs is scarce it’s always
Innocence that suffers you know
You’re poor when you don’t get no
Mail & no phone call ‘cause you
Ain’t got an address or number just
A cot for the night if you’re lucky a
Doorway in the shadows if you ain’t
& I don’t really know what it’s like
To walk a mile in their shoes full of
Holes w/out socks & I imagine the
Worse I’ve ever suffered is a good
Day to them cryin’ in a fancy beer
They can’t afford listenin’ to sad
Songs on a radio when all they
Hear is a cold wind echoed inside
An empty bottle down some alley
Passed out of one lost dream in
To another & neither version as
Good as it gets


Thursday, February 27, 2014


The stone is broken
Shattered into pieces
Dry as a bone all alone
& speechless rasping
Last gasps of purpose
Into the silent & arid land
Of a mirage that once
Was solidified now floats
Weightless defying gravity
Caught in the thermal
Wind of summer dreams
Turned to dust & sand
Powdering the planet
Like the face of a clown
Absent of frown / spent
Of all tears & all fears
Shrunken & scattered
Happy at last / free


Monday, January 20, 2014

View from...

...a dead tree

Skeletal faced under
A black laced veil
Billowing in the
Breeze of fetid breath
Like a bad batch
Belched from some
Bootlegged still
Resolute on the path
Of stones & alone an
Ancient crone caws
For its pound of
Flesh clawed from
The dirt with blue
Veined hands &
Rusted nails she
Stares into the maw
Of an unseasoned
Grave & faintly
Heard to mutter

‘So long you son of
a bitch.’

& clumsily turns to
Leave before tears
Turn her memories
To muck & her
Resolve to ruin


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Clouds II

Looking at shades
& shadows
Tints & tinctures
Open expanses of
Colors overlapping
Going out of & into
Passing thru like
Insubstantial entities
The sun explores
Each one as an
X-ray taken of a
Translucent body
Absent of organ
Or bone only pure
Thought or emotion
Floating in time
To an unspoken
Rhythm oblivious
Amongst turmoil
Out of touch
Until finally
Out of sight



Too simple to
Grasp the

Too old to
This new

Lost my edge
Lost the spark

It’s getting

Where’s my

Damn it


Tuesday, December 24, 2013


Sitting in the dark of
Another powerless
Morning the electric
Drone is noticeably
Absent as all other
Sounds are muffled
Outside the window
Rain is drumming on
The road while the
Wind claws at our
House as if seeking
A secret way in the
Fire’s been lit in the
Fireplace & now hot
Water’s whistling on
The stove / it’s fast
Approaching dawn &
I’ll soon dowse the
Candles / lately I’ve
Been reading from
An old book & yet
The words sound a
Bit different in my
Head this morning
As if desperate to be
Understood at the
Dawn of revelation
Where the sun also
Rises even in this
Unquiet darkness


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Tabula Rasa*

The violins sound
Like the strain of angel wings
Vying for balance


*by Arvo Part

Sunday, December 1, 2013


The clouds are building
Like architects devouring
All within their path


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Services rendered

For one split second
Her facial expression
Flickered like light
Reflecting off water
I had never witnessed
Phenomena such
As this as if another’s
Face were temporarily
Superimposed over
Hers & this thought
Burst within me as an
Emotional revelation
Without any adequate
Description exposed
& then gone & I knew
I would never receive
Such a gift again yet
I wondered if she was
Even aware of what
Had been given as
She went about her
Business I wondered
If anyone else would
Ever notice or tip


Friday, November 15, 2013

The potter

The frozen tracks
Leave erratic trails
In the ruined snow
Like a dog chasing
Its own tail going
Nowhere & every
Where & all at the
Same time unlike
In size & shape
Some blurred in
Haste while others
Remain in obvious
Hesitation maybe
Tomorrow’s snow
Will melt revealing
Muddied prints of
An unconscious
Routine malleable
As a fortnight’s
Dream awaiting
Only the firing of


Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Rain drops paint a
Window like a tear
Drop does a cheek
They cloud my point
Of view distort my
Right of way sitting
In this room marking
Time on blank sheets
Of paper once were
Tall trees stripped
Of anonymity bereft
Of a life swept up on
A saw dusted floor
Nothing comes of
Nothing sacrificed
On a querulous altar
Held together with
Wax & words slightly
Scented with sweat
& decay ‘cause old
Keeps getting older
& the news is never
Good just another
Day in the rain with
Out an umbrella &
A pen that’s lost
All its ink standing
On a corner trying
To write my way
Home while cars
Splash puddles
Of yesterday’s


Thursday, September 26, 2013


My hands smell of
Melted wax the air

Is thick with snuffed
Smoke light flickers

With every breath
While fresh splayed

Wounds groan under
The weight of words

Left too long on the

Tongue dripped of
All sentiment &


Sunday, September 22, 2013


Why do you insist
Against yourself
Why do you try so
Hard talk so loud
Tell bad jokes so
Badly ignoring the
Quiet of sufferance
Listen to the words
You tell yourself
For ignorance is a
Thing to be kept
Inside a closed
Mouth not revealed
By a slavering mood
Quench your thirst
Gently & savor the
Bitter truth for that
Which you see did
Not write this poem
That which you
Taste did