Monday, April 23, 2012


3, or 4, maybe 5
I don't remember how many years went by
here we are, just you and I
maybe 23, 24 or 25 tomorrow
I don't remember
but that's no trouble
because these days are just meant
for the two of us
lost in the folds of love
cast out on the wind
dreaming dreams together
thought loops
gentle nudges

this birthday cake
seems bland
when you can not be there
to ice it with elegant words
light the sparklers within my heart
another year
yet time seems
without even tempo
a confusing construct
to which we can't belong

dance this dance with me
into the forgetfulness
of how old I was yesterday
how old I'll be tomorrow

Friday, April 20, 2012


it is lonely here
i see silver shadows of moons

far away a balmy tropic breeze
washes out to sea
sweet perfume

there are times when dreams are sweet
succulent surrender

but most often
sand is turned to glass
rusty razors
slicing at my feet


alone to contemplate

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Time here
Is suspended
Like airplanes
Circling slowly
The air-strip
I feel myself
Slipping back into familiarity
Aware that I can be
That someone I shed before
Taking up new roles
Feeling slight unease
That this is maybe not so beneficial
This fragile state
Between what was and is
Drifting back into this comfortable old form
Too many times I've lost myself
Acting just this way
Forgetting all the grandiose
That exists outside this slow-paced sanctuary
I'm not so strong
Embracing old patterns
Acting as though nothing ever changed
Lulled by the familiar
Left longing for old times
Nostalgic in each breath I take
But it can't go on
I am not this person
Who I'm confused to be
And I find
I have less and less in common
When meeting with old friends
I'm growing old
Growing up
Somewhere apart
Moving forward
Meeting Progress