April 15, 2014




I should tackle my dark in a full press block/

truth is useless for a metaphor man/

I’d need stronger measures. I’d witness

A stranger changing in front of a mirror,

Trying on odder fitting outfits,

Lines sure and sheer./



So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn onto eye/ you’re Right/

Before we go lay fastened on grand pianos,

Braying asses/ assuredly elegant,

We Reflect in perfecting  predawn light,


A calm gust must come up.

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon/


Aligning our timings

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in







.                                                          (from 2009 & now)



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