Monday, August 18, 2014

Goldfish Moon

Our moon was a goldfish
Or at least its eye,
Oversized, in the middle
Of its misshapen halo body
Of wispy, silvery-colored gold.
Out it rose from behind a hill
Or a castle in the bowl of the sky.

Mirrors, Mirror

Two mirrors
Facing each other

Saw dim, distant
reflections
of themselves
In the other.

Both were right,
And both were wrong.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Light Pollution

A bright meteorite
Cuts through city lights
And the atmosphere
To reach my eyes

Monday, August 4, 2014

Vinegar Streets

Driving city streets
I smelled the scent of vinegar
With the windows down

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Curve

Your smile:
Picturing its upward curve
Delights

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Crow Calls, Randy Ravens

I'm curious: to crows
what kind of call
is comeliest of all?

Restated: to ravens,
are raucous, rasping
responses erotic?

Monday, July 14, 2014

Balloon

A punctured balloon
Leaking air:
Tired exhalation.

Mirror

Looking in the bathroom mirror,
Suprised to see:
Looks like I have it together,
Not how I feel.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Reach

A naked feeling
A card fallen to the ground
And no crutch to reach

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Ziggurat

Cascading water
blankets the surface
of a conical brick ziggurat,
a single downward-outward sheet.

If you watch it too closely,
the bricks will lift up
and fly into the sky.