words

ankles crossed
chin upon my knees
caressing shins i read
your stories intense burn
in flames now so tall of last fall
continues to smolder my heat of defeat
and loss of you

geologist

philosophy of
spessartite garnets
when musing a connection
find quite pleasingly striking
rare lightly refined reflections
considered their contemplation

golden sparkle golden these
searching mandarin jewels
black garnished notion
with deliberate and
quick emotions
have wisdom

book

you are like a good book
for which i can not
turn the pages
and can not
read

askew

askew
the world leans left
the world leans right
it tilts askew

askew
i lean right
i lean left
i tilt askew askew
i wished i knew you

some do

some men select mourning jackets with tails
i know a guy who picks fatigues for every event
safe he is he is