June 5, 2013



“If I could find  peace.. in this night breeze…”                                                                           -the cool band  Grizzly Bear, from “Sleeping Ute”






So, I guess yr in,  as my  intense  friend,

Tho’, You’re  so  dour

You don’t even stir at yr own humour,

Or don’t you comprehend?


When you nightly set out

Under yr mighty moon

To brighten and heat

Yr best features,

Yr long face  goes  on & on,

Though the shadows are gone

And when you face yr  distant stare

It doesn’t stop

At dead stars

But goes to their backrow bleachers.


He’s aroused as the voices

In trees, on the breezes

Distract him  post haste  w/ poetries,

They do extract his true face, those  ghosts in a wind.

Mostly,  They’ll  lift  him,

But their leverage runs thin.





.                                                        (I’m not sure what the hell this one’s about) once again









  1. I think the beauty of poetry is the absence of need for anything except the poet… and all of his dreams.I wouldn’t be concerned with trying to decipher what this is about, as even then your own questions would most likely only be answered with today’s perception.
    I like your writing style….

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