(2013)
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
