Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see
Tag Archives: poetry
That device
I see people reach for it to get out
of it, but in all the world
there’s nowhere else to go
Midnight rosary
My stone is a clump of many
rolling loose in a line when I drag
your scandal out under the stars
Cupped fire in the twilight
The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
Chocolate brown eyes and the ultimate deep lostness of the world
I dreamt of the ways it could and did
go wrong, the departure to the party
and my key, what was her name
and who were these girls –
yes to bright longing and no –
how to get out and where
oh where was my key?
Precious thing
Your move to grab it is
what makes it fall
Its going
Its going is already gone
Exchange
I spoke of the Beatitudes and a
woman asked,
Why did you leave out
the second one? And I said I
didn’t mean to,
and she said, Oh,
I was just wondering.
On Thursday the 4th I take a stand
It’s good to be alive doing nothing.
Boy I’ve been running around!
Even now when I’m not,
things want me to.
The dishwasher beeps,
the microwave beeps,
the dryer beeps.
They all want more.
But I’m not giving it.
With every minute,
I’m ever more alive doing nothing!
Wasted space of starlight
Our souls are pulled to pieces
