August 4, 2017

On  inroads, scraping,

& Faced with less escaping;

One  reclamation.



I’ve  erased  all boasts

Of   encroaching  clarity.

Thought I’d caught a glimpse.





Please presume It’s unsure for you as well

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.


June 25, 2016


I’m just an ocean’s distance

Over from challenging some true

Chains  of  circumstance

I take pains to subscribe to,


&  less than a fierceless

Suburban front lawn dog

AtTests  his  tether.

I might better set out right

At this  night’s  serious  fog.






(from 2010)


It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.


Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.


Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.


We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror


I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.


“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.


Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”


I think he let it sink in, and then set.


“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”


“Um, yes.”


November 1, 2013

We share one of those rare relationships

We find we  finish each others’ sentences

It’s  scary

Emphatically, I’ll be abit on & onto my own POV

She’ll follow it quick,

“That’s  IT.   End  of  story.”



Got away with a walk, with a cat  not a dog.

I thirsted for thoughts of my first love, in this fog.


It wasn’t nearly fair.

Unpleasantly, that old cat & she, they disappeared

Into  thick  air.