Short Thoughts

She was a rare thing
so fine and lacy she flowed
on the breeze or spoken word
walking about like a playful eddying wind
revealing its path in what it moves


Once the realm of the love letter,
the private call,
an intimate whisper -
electronic immediacy replaces intimacy


She was that beautiful
so that men's eyes would fasten upon her
as hands molding her form,
and I don't believe she ever caught on


Like Diogenes with his lamp,
I long for companionship
sans guile, that seeks not
a position of advantage.


The immorality of
his many lies
lay in the cowardice
the lies were
meant to conceal.


Black dresses and flats,
Black suits and shiny shoes;
death, like tennis,
has a dress code.


Frightening himself with tales
of catastrophic bliss,
he twitched, climbed into bed
with his question,
"Whatever will become of me?"


My holographic countenance
seemed to morph
from boyish to elderly;
thin, sweet-faced, then
stoop-shouldered and silver maned.
Another young man taken
by the problems of the ages.


Little glimpses
leaving hunger for more,
poetry draws me into
an other's life:
just because I wasn't there
doesn't mean
I can't recall it.


Heartbreak;
an epiphany that
is highly overrated.


In self-abandonment
was he overwhelmed
by recognition;
"It's important to her."
"It's important to me."


A full moon smirked as
the bay's chill blast
swirled pages and pages
of words through his mind,
like dead leaves off trees.


Before I could understand the words
the melody instructed me in how to feel,
old hungers transformed to arias,
each word winced out as
an apology for itself.


A non-entity with ambitions,
inured to my own strangeness,
being published gave an air of respectability,
the way squirrels are saved
from looking like rodents
by their bushy tails.


In process he found
a self-worth being, then
a self worth becoming, and
a self worth revealing.


May we attain sublime
through fierce devotion
to the required?


Friendships before me,
as a pleasant little stove
casts warmth
through a room.


Parents stewing over
sacrifices made
Children chafed by
saddled guilt;
Love, and generosity
kindled their hearts
to forgiveness.


From my perch
on the edge of distress,
the vista is of relief
from dreamy longings,
of sheltered harbor
and receding horizon
relieving sensations
of dispiriting routine.


In making an amends
what do I do
with a word like inconceivable?


I can go for days
with nothing to say
no, that's not quite true
I just can't say it
to you


It ocurrs to me
some things are not meant
to be undone;
have you ever seen an eraser
on a golf pencil?