#556. for antoinette before the first blizzard of winter
February 14, 2013
old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train
there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks
#555. short story
January 30, 2013
he said, the first time i look into your eyes
i must know that these eyes
may also be the last eyes
i see before the gift
is given to me.
she asked, what gift?
death.
then may i hold your hand?
#534. tell me white wing
March 14, 2012
her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her
as we descend into dream
no cruelty will matter
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together
tell me white wing
where do you take me tonight?
#532. ten year
February 3, 2012
passing forward and behind the how and now
life brings the re-creation of childhood endorphins
along the entire length of the operant moment stringing
deep in a realsong of being in time with relativity and a music
memory the sweet infinity of colored icons humming beneath eyelids
i see the checkerboard
apron with strings untied
my mother with watchful eye
still young in this amazing dream
of life without her
#515. heart arrow
December 25, 2011
quiet town
the sound of the rivers
especially melodic and entuning
time is always sweetest in the morning
with you
#496. wife
December 6, 2011
i tasted your river in my dream
spices body heat steam rising
above deep eyes are liquid
sleep to travel future
days slip behind us
experience
blending us
within
time
#480. ripples
September 15, 2011
my life robbed me of my life
and gave it all back to me
in the river are all the rivers
suns and moons
and all the days the nights
gleam shadow wed the dark light
honey you are all my rivers
and all my wife
sailing up the wide wide stream
boat dream knife
#474. walking brooklyn bridge
June 20, 2011
quiet walk
alone in the chatter
of unusually happy poets
i love you brooklyn bridge from high
and low beneath me an ancient schooner
casts off her lines and stands out to blue sea
the cables thrummmm and i have become unstuck in time
#470. kansas
April 25, 2011
from clear-eyed sleep
another dream
my mother
dorothy
wakes
from color
finds me in
black and white
everyone in their place
#469. ten
April 15, 2011
kissing
starry light
bright trance
retinal delighting
alighting hypothalamus
and relighting time to live
in the clouds backed by the moon
with your hair wild in the sharp wind
Zevstar 