Saturday, June 12, 2010


The young man
Is gathering lumber
Placing it
On a corner
He looks tired and concerned

The grey car drives away
The driver looks pretty & confused
But pretty non the less

She drives
Then she comes back
Then she drives away again

Tires turning slowly
Hands on the wheel
Negotiating hazards

Friday, June 11, 2010


moving bodies
make contact
all the time

it happens
in the heavens

it happens
on earth

large asteroids
have hit the moon

when traveling
through space
it is better
to add another sorceress

to the one
already hanging
from the rear-view mirror
of your spaceship

Thursday, June 10, 2010


in the dark
the girl glows
with the light
of a cellphone

during the day
she walks
with words of fire
on her hands

she enters an old house

loud voices
come out of there like
flying crows

when she walks out
she looks at me
and then washes her hands
with soap & water


the good lady says
you don't waste your time
you work on your computer

and i searched
for a gentle smile

even though my thoughts
are elsewhere
on the beach
this morning
like yesterday morning

same girl running
fit & trim
jogging through the mist
running amongst a storm of rocks

Wednesday, June 09, 2010


the messages in my car
are as old as the ocean
as old as the hesitation
in the surf

this time
they are dirty
like the contamination
of the sea

In the past
they have been
sparkling clean
like when light hits the water
making it warm

Monday, June 07, 2010


The both of them
Looked stupefied
The walked like zombies
Touching each other
Losing themselves
In the labyrinths
Of the market

This had a sensation
Of a contagion
Like when one
Is catching a cold

Their eyes looked fresh
Vivid with color
Lost with pleasure
And I knew they were
So lost
So gone

I wondered
Who was worst off
Them or I
They were lost in bliss
I was sitting in the chair
Tired of sitting down

I was both happy
And sad for them
All at the same time
Today they were joyful
Tomorrow they would weeping