Alluvial deltafication

                                     
                                          ever flowing ever flowing         2012

Dream on. . . .

the dream appears
with purest light endowed
grows to elaborate ends
too perfect to be real
then disappears
in a fog
of deep dismay . . . .

october nineteen ninety two

I was too far gone to know . . . .

                                          I couldn't believe it happened . . . .

early alone

vacant thoroughfares
lonely roads
barren highways
open boulevards
uncrowded avenues
solemn sidewalks
abandoned pathways
empty streets
. . . all of a Sunday morning

1992

Maybe now,. . . .maybe then.

                                         It's a blue world without you . . . .

Heavy weather

Burrowing in . . . .

please let me warn you
i'm not any good
i stay in here 
like i said that i would
and i'd be here forever
if i thought that i could
i like where i am
its my personal den
its snug and its cozy
its my hideout of Zen
i puzzle the pieces
all apart until when
i decide to rejoin them
all together again
the moment of passage
time into being
feeling the darkness
of night into seeing
ever the mystic
i follow my vision
into the unknown
in spite of derision

2011