to lay naked,


in the warm arms of trust,

her brow filled

with hints of her pleasure

just quite( in the height of her arc

these innocents



-still guiltless

that will be beauty for


and ever last this heart

in young death

to old

laying spread flat

in a wheat field in fall


by day’s dusk

and the million golden children

of a lonely farmer,


will this beauty

fall from

my heart


“A man sits upon a stone”

A man sits upon a stone at the edge of the sea.

He is alone.

He glances for a moment from the stone below.

In an instant he is taken aghast by the sight before him.

A desert.

Seemingly endless arid depths.

The insignificance of the stone upon which he sits runs full circle and he is lost.

Quickly he lowers his focus to the stone below.

The eyes search for facts.

Stumbling, they discover a small crab clinging to the stone beneath his feet.

The man begins to smile.

The moments focus is stolen by the voice of a gull above.

He turns to see the gull fly from a stone higher than his.

And a man’s smile fades to tears.


A man sits upon a stone.

“and so, the sun rises”

and so, the sun rises

with all the charm a broken salesman can muster

from behind forced smiles,crying

in this stench of late July,

walking down Burden street,

“…if only i could catch a break…things would be different…”

but the look an a mother’s

face as she pulls her child away,

her words barely heard,

“…don’t bother the nice man…”

tells a story that doesn’t change,

his path unswayed

and again he strolls

in his suit,soiled

just slightly short

of fitting,

a lonely walk down Burden Street

and a left at


you can see him

say goodnight, if you

look just right,

eyes pierced by the

setting sun

A man standing at

the cross streets of

Burden and Death

praying to everyones’

no one to make a tomorrow

in which he might

sit and be content

the warm swing-swang

of a wooden rocking chair

lazily wandering

back and forth, caressing

the porch to a home

he called his own

‘…that’s peace’

he’ll say

and wink to no

one in particular

and before you can think

to speak the words,

‘…it’ll be alright if you stay with me tonight…’

you’ll see him sink

out of sight,

and a certain warmth

may leave you in a sigh


/take this

as if




/take this





/run far

run run

run right

run death

far with

death right

/run death

from death

to death

with death

/die things

now death

then death

when death?

/die things

young death

old death

why death?

/die things

slow death

quick death

blood death

dry death

/now death

then death

when death?

/die things

sad death

glad death

want death

hate death

/die things

all death

live death

die death

/now death

then death

when death?

/young death

old death

why death?

/why life?

life must

live die

death must

die live




this is




/run far

run run

run right

run life

far with

life right

/run life

from life

to life

with life

/live things

now life

then life

when life?

/live things

young life

old life

why life?

/live things

slow life

quick life

blood life

dry life

/now life

then life

when life?

/live things

sad life

glad life

want life

hate life

/live things

all life

die life

live life

/now life

then life

when life?

/young life

old life

why life?