beauty consumes regret
as regret lays rotting in
the wild of the morning
crawl out
of the chrysalis the shell
from within
fight your way
strengthen wings of brilliant color
soar from the rotting carcass
that is no longer

Have Pen Will Travel

Sitting in the middle of everywhere
going nowhere
a traveler
have pen will travel
wrapped in the knowledge
that everything is transient
that everything is perminent
that everything is nothing
and everything
and nothing is everything
all of the universe is in the stardust
of which I am made
the ghosts
of what was
of what could have been
of what never could be
because of what is
and the lost of all that what is
is lost in all that is all there is

It was in her face

You sneer your pejoratives
like they are a bad thing
like they are something
I didn’t already know
i hand’t come to terms with
decades ago
you sneer them
and you mean them
internalize them
I promise
it doesn’t rub off
not catching
not even close
beneath contempt
yeah, probably
but if you are the alternative
I would just as soon
be me


Do you sing?
I hear the quiet click
of feet
as you land
almost silent by my side
do you sing
when your heart
is full of sorrow
full of joy
full of song
do you sing
Do you lift your voice
to the heaves
tone deaf raucous elation
and allow your voice
to reach to the heaves
to soar to the stars
to part the gray skies
and take flight
do you sing
for despite whether or not
you sound like a nightingale
or you sound like a crow
the answer to
do you sing
should always be
of course
for every bird has their song
and every song
needs to be sung.

Morning Matters

Morning Matters
Silence that’s almost
but not quite
that wraps the heart
in calm surrender
to the coming day
Solitude of the rush
and tumble of the commute
coffee cold, but not quite
overnight in the garage in the truck
coffee is coffee
dawn reflects badly
in the tar and asphalt
of the inner city morning
join the fray
become the flotsam and jetsam
that is the work-a-day world
and through it all
keep with you
the solitude and silence
that reminds you
morning matters

Dear Hunting

Dear Huting

I watched her last night
Dear hunting deer
quietly stalking
illusive prey
and in the watching
reality struck
her lens
her passion
she looses herself
in the adventure
with pride
I watch
the evolution
as she finds
her voice
her wings
her freedom
through the shutter
and lens
I know the feeling
of losing herself
to the freedom
she in pictures
I in words
the universe
falls away