2AM

2AM And the drunks are stumbling into each other As they leave the bars. I slouch in my trusty chair, Legs up against my loyal desk With my journals and books And poems of long dead friends. These early hours Have become so dear to me Through the years. Reading hungrily Whatever poems I could …

Jane’s Shoes

Jane's Shoes my shoes in the closet like forgotten lilies, my shoes alone right now, like dogs walking dead avenues, and I got a letter from a woman in a hospital, love, she says, love but I do not write back, I do not understand myself, she sends me photographs of herself taken in the …

I Live In A Poem

I live in a poem, That is the pleasure. To put it into words, That is the struggle.

Music That Moves You (For Lovers)

Music that I have been digging lately. You won't be disappointed. Promise. Listen to it LOUD Alt-J Taro Local Natives - Airplanes Bon Iver - I Can't Make You Love Me (cover) Kathleen Battle - Lovers And This “All I know is in sleep, I can taste and feel need. Life alone makes me shake, …

If You Find It Don’t Tell Me

What place has gentleness In a world like this? What place has innocence? If you find it don't tell me. Don't tell anyone Keep it a secret. For I live in a world That only knows violence And I'm sure deep down This violence infects me too

Some Poems

Some poems, Overwhelm me, Even when in public. All the people sit around, Unaware of the Passionate stirring inside me. I sit in a simple fury For the beauty of life. Much like the way a tree Sits quietly in a park On a summer day Rustling joyfully In the cool silent breeze As people …

The Signature of All Things (excerpt) Kenneth Rexroth

My head and shoulders, and my book In the cool shade, and my body Stretched bathing in the sun, I lie Reading beside the waterfall — Boehme’s “Signature of all Things.” Through the deep July day the leaves Of the laurel, all the colors Of gold, spin down through the moving Deep laurel shade all …

Memento Mori

Time flows through me like water carrying my life away slowly I dissolve cell by cell In its electric joy. Billions gone Were as we are now Worried about the trivialities That worry all of us. I sit - with a cup of hot tea Music soaked and warm on a cloudy winter day Looking …

Subtle

That moment when You find your boyhood heroes Were not heroes But just more drunks Who'd talk your ear off in a bar Before going outside To make for themselves A bed beneath the ground. ............... For Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy