Dead Friends
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long
Month: March 2017
Sonnet to Sonora (Tears of a Golden Smile)
As I set off today to ramble through To wander in a land pristine I hardly knew Colors breathe caress
Screaming Softly
Screaming hot like ice in free fall Black jade bubbling up within her guts Limp inertia pressing lips, nose, skin
IC.
Take this oak its broad umbrella green and massive Leaning comfortably upon its nest of feet below Without a care
VC.
When tragic looked my way wanting Desperate, she numbed her lonely fears Drinking up her fantasy of life re-lived Her
East Meets West
Long one speckled wrinkled wise and tall Spy on morning lay your thoughts out west As day matures breathe all
IX. o IX.
Companions of mine through the miles Heard me sing and watch me dance Pass the smoke, savor a cigar and
Opus Gropès
Nothing is finer than a Mexican banquet.
If Only
There is a name for that I did not choose Trails I shied away from Chances never taken Promises made