Wednesday, October 29, 2008

...lost breath...

can the running take your body 

to its precipice      or will there 

be room to go       higher and to breathe

                                deeper? Here

at sea level            the air is thicker

but the challenge is to not get

caught up in what the lungs

                                are doing        rather

embrace what the heart is

Monday, October 27, 2008

...bubbles in the soda pop...

is the Oil City

air chill giving

you your 

breath back

or is it the sound

of the voice

through the waves

of air that return

you to your 

city center

and the warmth

of hands placed 

in warmer places

that require

us to breathe deeply

Sunday, October 19, 2008


the orange shape of your thrill

collapsed in a pumpkin chair

you lounge with a granola bar grin

while mumbling and chewing

just enough to keep your teeth

from chattering, wind

teasing and tossing

hairs across your tiny face

tickling at the senses

you use and the smile

you unleash 

Saturday, October 18, 2008


why must I

throw myself

at music 

the way 

I do

(her hair

the note

being played)

Monday, October 13, 2008


the problem

with distance

is that it is distant

(cold is something

you feel, not measure)

both become

the problem

Sunday, October 12, 2008

...palace aid...

too much meat

in the sand which

stole away my lips

crinkling eye lids

made mouth unmoist

and dried withstand

rock face cliff view

of the GW

Thursday, October 09, 2008

...circling counter-clockwise...

when you circle

clockwise, I circle

counter and traverse

in and out

of your circle.


your path

encircles me

and I can not

fit through the gaps

in your stride

to make it back

out         counter-clockwise presents...

in this ball

room we destroy

the past

and destroy

the future.

(the tech girl

is dynamite)

let her sing

the song

or play that twang

too fast 

like you do

(the tech

swings her

head back

to hear what

I hear)

Monday, October 06, 2008

...for Shay...

dogs stole things I had

like my heart

my mind

my limbs

and my lungs

and I want to let her

have them all

without stealing away

into the dark

I want to give

them to her


and her to take

them as she would

any touch

one would offer

(R.I.P. Seychelle "Shay")

Sunday, October 05, 2008


I wanna be your oar

and although it can be

used for going

forward or back

I really want to be used

and taken across

the lake toward the fire

on shore and show

you what kind 

of directions I give

or take

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


back for a swim are you?

we will see you soon then.

Good day. A really good day.