Nuance of the vagaries,
promenades the vagrant dance,
beyond love there is seldom urgency,
searching for you, in uncertain glance.
Lights went down in the playhouse,
we sat silent on the edge of stages,
we searched along cello’s lonely trail,
our youth spent to endless ages. Continue reading
You don’t paint your canvas,
around their corners,
fabric stains unadorned,
cut the periphery of your wailing paint.
You’re so saint,
we drink our wine,
and consider the colours, textures,
and brush you choose. Continue reading
Tediums of waiting,
waiting, waiting for you, to say something,
to break into the moments of hollow desire,
a light, a path, to get beyond the hypnosis of bloods yearning,
into minute details, of your past tumblings, and memory descriptions. Continue reading
by the traffic surge amok
and a left turn on to 24th ave.
When I was new born
resting in a used baby buggy,
entertained by poverty, anxiety,
and free peek a boos.
Things improved slightly
to nitrated, canned, corned-beef
and cabbage, bubble and squeak,
and here I am with hostile turkey gravy,
depressed bland carrots,
bitter mashed potatoes,
67 years later. Continue reading
A canoe called Promise slips the banks of frost,
a beautiful women steps down
from a wrought ironed balcony.
She has walked away from the fireplace,
said goodbye to her mother.
Her children are fine now,
in the world of chances.
Touching her broken wing
reminds her of pain
she cannot sleep with. Continue reading
Vacant smile lost wig
work woman #1
work woman #2
retired scared Continue reading