This air is the water of our baptism,
immersed at birth and destined to passion
what need have we for ceremony,
what ritual could be more profound?
Category Archives: Original Poems
Naked Treetops
(tweeted 4.2.2014)
Naked treetops scratch the sky:
brown brush against a blue and
white backcloth, reaching.
American Rite
(tweeted 4.1.2014)
This is your rite
not prom or graduation
not ceremonies of sect.
This parking-lot shuffle,
a test, and your own set of keys.
Prelude
We strangers walk in casual rhythms
familiar ground beneath our feet.
I hear a couple speak a prelude
and pass a smile wondering if they know.
Loss Assuredly
These things I know:
I was born in fear
and will die in ignorance.
The rest is a blur of sensations,
hunger mostly,
love maybe,
loss assuredly.
Clockwork
(tweeted 3.27.14)
Teeth bite and each gear’s turn
sets hands to motion,
ticking off the hours of the day.
Aftermath
(Tweeted 3.25.14)
Empty soldier, empty gun
Dragged through the aftermath of battle
Towards a white rose in the distance
Fading…
Experts
(tweeted 3.24.2014)
While experts in nothing
were jousting with words
the wind whispered something
and nobody heard.
Old Charlie
(tweeted 3.20.2014)
Cold steel conveyance
Alive on iron rails
Take me home Old Charlie
Take me home
Oliver
(tweeted 3.10.2014)
No Twisted Oliver
I stole into camp
feigning fealty
corrupting thieves.