Ive lost track of what I've put here and don't feel like cross checking right now, but here are a couple of newish they have been in the incomplete pile for a while and I've just finished them up.  I am a lazy poet, I hate to rewrite and it shows I'm sure

Walking Backwards

walking backwards
from face to face
i spin

the dream begins...

again i watch the
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The worst feeling in life is to wake up one morning,
after years of having the soul of an artist inside of you,
and realize you have none of the talent.
Not one stroke of the brush has been true, not one stroke of the pen;
all the novels in your head remain there, unread.
When you die no one will have seen the beauty in the universe
the way you saw it, ( Read more... )

I'm lost
between the earth
and the patient moon

the crucible judge
silent waiting
hidden in numberless faces

I live inside the dream
the dream that lies
promising what it can't give

the sharp echo
of life bouncing back
towards me

towards the shelter
and fortress
I 've built

the echo booms
and shatters
everything

everything I was
I touched
or tried to shape

only a ( Read more... )

The face in the mirror 
            looks back
questioning what it sees
then walks away
I stand in the dark
listening
to the house
       whispering my name
over
   and
      over
listening to it's litany of memory's
                                        calling
persistantly
            steadily
                    softly
like far away thunder
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I was going home
The theaters and restaurants were
filling up and bars were over flowing
into the warm summer streets
where shoppers now ate late dinners
on side walk tables and glasses
rang with forks and knives under
the humming of human voices where
laughter had been waiting to spill
out and fill the air with the smell of food
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Sometimes when it's hot
and summer drags me down

I often seek release from dull
warmth to the magic cool darkness

of a movie theater
I sit in the popcorn stillness waiting

for the drawing together of light 
and shadow the fire dance of

a story unfolding before me
the overwhelming intimacy

the power and the audacity
of life told large

from the simplest to ( Read more... )

Waiting in twilight
hurried up faces
looking straight ahead

standing on the edge
of day light
shadows spill and mix

traffic thick as honey
cars stand like peaches
in market bins

universes to themselves
the dead and the living
mingle in thoughts

they stand at the windows
staring calling with
tear stained eye's

hold me
against the dark
against the
the shadowless
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Watching Christmases falling away
leavening little pieces of herself
with torn wrappers and untied bows
little pieces that fall away
year after year like forgotten songs
not heard by other ears

I watch her like a glass doll
ready to shatter memories like
Sparks from the fire bursting
Bright exciting and brief dying
as soon as their born
leaving child like ( Read more... )

We touch the secrete places
the warm hidden places 
in the quiet of the 
blanket dark
the soft places
the whispered and sighed places   
that excite
the sleeping places
that lie inches and years away
the lonely shared crying places
that no one sees
places filled with memory
and passion powerful and hungry
the night places
the lazy afternoon places
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