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Such deep sadness does not belong to me,

If I ne’er do pen my name to the page,

As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.

All character sans names are absentee,

No feeling or person can lock my cage,

Such deep sadness does not belong to me.

And I find freedom in this guarantee,

Black ink flows with denial as a plague,

As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.

Sundrops scar my eyes ‘til I cannot see,

And all names erase from my vision’s stage,

Such deep sadness does not belong to me.

So never to be reminded of me,

Never to be reminded of this age,

As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.

Ne’er for inner wars to be a draftee,

As from my life I do so disengage,

Such deep sadness does not belong to me,

As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.

Bargain Books

As I was found in the bargain books bin, With my blank pages written in the dust, Expressing the depth you lost in the din.   And the drab cashier did give a dry grin, Eyes that drew images of raw distrust, As I was found in the bargain books bin.   My cover worn […]

Ode to a Stranger

Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure. Drab and grey, the clouds are envious, Weighed down by shopping and sharp despair, […]

Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow)

A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes. Toward the starving grace that is […]

The Statue

Solid masses of raw dreams,
And Midas made me a God,
As I fell through gilded pages.
And gold cascades down in streams,
Applause and the people awed,
‘Twas the swift work of mages.

The Waves

  A small child leaving footprints in the sand, Carelessly willing and wishing to hear, The sweet inviting sounds of the sea’s band, So the fates hold a cone shell to her ear.   And hearing the music of the water, Such a fierce impulse, wanting to embrace, An urge to become the Wave’s own […]

Once more

Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. A handsome fellow could not putt for skills How flouncing scholars force our state of war.   False virtue lures a cross, vast empty mores A wail of flaming pride ignores the frills Once more, I take my rum upon the floor.   Forget your sombre […]

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