Like Autumn leaves, we live on borrowed time
before the parched and brownly breeze-dried branch
becomes a lifeless dusty paradigm,
when our molecules dissolve [avalanche]. Read the rest of this entry »
Never mind the thorns or prickles!
To hell with every spine or thistle!
Screw the bristles, points or prongs,
needles, barbs and aculeus, spicules!
Nothing never ever comes for free
and least of all in matters which,
collectively, are known as “love”
to people such as you and me. Read the rest of this entry »
A policeman charged me last night
with being drunk and disorderly,
having found me laughing helplessly,
tears streaming down, on a bench
in a park. He was cross, with a frown.
He said, “What the hell are you on?”
I said, “Life, love, trees & everyone…
and everything, and everywhere, Read the rest of this entry »
Those wizened hands now reaching out
feel all around the empty air and in the
double-sanded glassy so-called “timer”
perched nearby on barkless branches
hooting like an owl (while in the glade
ten thousand grains of hopelessness
fall back & forth from one dumb bulb Read the rest of this entry »
Please walk with me, but only if you dare;
for I have naught to offer but my words.
That’s all I have left in this world to share
(although, for some, I know that this disturbs). Read the rest of this entry »