
Small ragged
books speak to me
BIG spender
underbelly defender
this time golden
Orwell whips his jost
we weep
laugh
pages,
unlost.

Did you see
New Moon in shadow
long hair
flowing wild behind
swey silence
she breathed stacatto
low tone vibrato
passing by.

Say beautiful
eludes you
in this cool world
I see Beauty
lives where you stand.
Whether you fall
or levitate
I am here
Now
take my hand.

We laugh speeding
jumping hedges
holding hands
outrunning rain
ignoring signs
red rebel yell
dream goat fury
straight from Hell.

Thousands now
years behind
learned adjunct fools
speed forward
stumble back
we fall we fall we fail
quick—
reflect redirect
or flounder.

What can be said
about lonely living
except too long
unforgiving
life’s a headline
no survivors
penning legacy
remains undone.

Cancel meeting
interest drags
feigned protest
weak against fluorescent buzz
instead—-library
ET connection
infant index
and Carver.

Camera sways
weighty neck
worldview
thru filtered lens
slip between
looking under
veil camouflage
dirt flat silence
rising.

Overalls
blue faded things
blue hanger
closet pants
worn each July
since 1992
documenting size
squeeze factor
so far
all clear.

Some days
so much incoming
hours pass
lazy paralysis
peep voice—-
research propels
kick pulses
voyeurism good
but sundown
blank
pages.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.