Poem for Today

Letters from the Far West

Speaking no one else's languages,

I float,

Listening to the padded tap of waves.

The shore is quiet,

Drying foam at the junction of the beach.

Sending cards and letters from the edge of the earth,

It seems like I am tossing pebbles,

Spiraling them them into this vast and blank, liquid face of nature,

and hoping the ripples will get to you.

And then, that you will find meaning in the bumps on the water.

But now the wind picks up,

and so the waves are being pushed back onto the sand.

April 2013

Poem for Today

On Writing

In Crowds,
Not like them,
But supposed to be of them.

I want to be connected,
Yet, I want them to go.
Leave me.

So that I do not look strange to others,
I try to keep myself busy,
Falsely doing something,
Like writing this.



August, 2013

Poem for Today

In Strange Lands

Perhaps the small animals I see,

They mean more to me,

Because in strange lands,

I have no courage to speak to other people.

Only the silly fat bees,

And the mysterious cats,

They stop and come close.

I cannot tell if they are smiling.

August 2013

Poem for Today

Understanding


Girl with little feet,
Tiny dangle of clustered toes,
Tasty. Glistening bold as bright cherries.

When I see the sun early -
Cracking the clouds from the Western sea,
It means everything good,
As warm as seeing you sleep next to me.

Our dog lifts its tumbled and dozy head,
Blinking back at me, 
Then she curls tighter,
Spinning into the fold of your knees.
Completely understanding why I am smiling at you.


August, 2013

Poem for Today

Drift

The low slung cats drift over this night's yellow streets,

Slowly bobbing like tufts of sullen and grey cloud,

Skimming the blacktop with no effort.

With no food to give them,

I feel futile, and purposeless,

I wish they would not be afraid of me.

I long to touch them and make them come close.

Poem for Today

More of Drinking

I was not seeking shelter in the dullness of drink,
When I came in here,
But it just turned out that way.

Fuzzy - white, with blue green edges is how I see things now,
The color of the soft mold on the oranges.
I can feel my mind gently bouncing off the inside of my skull.
So, it all makes me love you more,
and also takes away the care.

The girls look good in this place,
But they mean less.

I can't think of clever things to say to them,
So it is safer to keep drinking.

May 2013 

Poem for Today

Eyes

I can't even remember your eyes,

Color drifted away,

Like the wet chill of night was expelled,

When the morning's heat came up.

Now the birds spin stupid, lazy ovals,

And the heat dulls me.

I can already feel the sun's crackling burn,

As it tears my skin.

It comes on slowly,

Like the ache for you.

       may 2013