Forgive Me If You Please
Drone on Mr. Speaker Dance your practiced dance I’m captive to your schtick By direct deposits from above Your asphyxiation
Month: February 2017
Sleep the Light Away
City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind Then awakened before
Triptych Tales
Long Trail Muffled sounds of gunfire fear, the wails of death Are not yet heard. Still and tall silent sentry
Morning Dreams
Dreamy thought sublime See it feel it hold it gone Like the hummingbird.
The Winter of My Brothers
When one in the forest falls Taller than all the others My sweet Indian friend it calls He knows and