Somewhere on the road to Compostela
(The best road to be lonely on)
Something on
Strange fellow
Nothing on
Remembering home
(The best place for shellshock)
Going on
Strange fellow
Carrying-on
Poem
Francis
I’ll take a thread from your hair
(and then another one)
I’ll scratch an eye from your stare
(and then the other one)
A lip from your smile
(and then I’ll leave it like that for a while)
Some fingers from your gentle touch
But not too much
(like carefully deconstructing George)
Munich Room 84
A dress,
Cufflinks,
A necklace,
Shoes,
Some here,
Some over there
Lingerie
And underwear
Like a trail of breadcrumbs
To bodies
Warm and unaware
inspired by Wiser, Buffalo Tom 1998
Afterglow
There’s this and that
And things to do
These and those
Trials and tribulations
(I live)
And looking at me
I might seem lonely
But I’m not
(I think)
But out of all those stars
None shines down on me
They just cast
A distant glow
(I fear)
Post-it breakup
Think about it
Was all she said
Before she left
Makes you think,
Doesn’t it?
Poem About April
I worry a lot
About things
I tend to worry about
About writing words
And in particular
About how to make them rhyme
With a peculiar state of mind
About winter and spring
And April somewhere in between
inspired by April And June, The Sands 1995
Spacetime
He knew
That the mere thought of looking back
Would even hurt her more
So he drove off
Increasing his speed
Becoming a star
Terribly close
Incredibly far
inspired by Suzy And Jeffrey Blondie, 1980
Other Voices
Mrs. Dorothee plays piano in the garden
And all the children know the truth
Plants and things have feelings too.
It’s quiet ok to touch the grass,
professor Vogel says.
Just tread softly and listen hard
Keep your head close to your heart
And do not fart. Please,
Don’t fart.
All of this is true you know
Leonard Nimoy told me so
A long long time ago.
Knowledge
All this time probing
Turning each and every stone
Kicking up cans in parabolas
Yet
What do I know?
I love you
And I like snow
