NYC

The seventh round of hands the death of serenades and
I love you's the way we fire that road of hawk and bullets
The newborn thing that has no worry no worn of worms in red apples
The law in no creation
the for o fight and thin of somethin
a drop of get exploding action
The axe of showtunes in the unbalance
I like to turn the stun of heat


copyright 2011

Dear Friend: Bella Akhmadulina, Russian Poet

the dying sky in late
to see by tears
blue ghosts in silver

human hum shades
tall and shatterless glows

all the hills you climbed
and covered

droves and dwells in blue grass

come, so things, you
left behind
your footprints and the river

blasted over breasted bridge
and broken stops, it so went

gray grapes and age
rage, broken filled famine fear, revolutions

now bruises over blood is in the river

kept sinking, seeking, to be seered
red breast inside brown skin

oh heart, deep now a cave
craving, climbs candles channeled spirit
landscape mountain
desert water

wrestles 1/2 mile - life


copyright 2010

A Friend

A little moon - a little love to get married to
It fills with time and fair nights

The world finally moves to better music
Sometimes feeling better
Sometimes fills my memory

I could say "look"
I would look into myself and myself would look back at me


copyrighted 2004

To: A Dumb Friend

While for me, I never expected it
When we met- a wasted sacrifice
But for me - wait quick, dumb and death

I write - look the absence of spring, summer, fall and winter
I be- the odor of some dying duck
You are the but the spit in my wind

I breathe - when you die
I love when you cry – the dying knife I use to kill a rose
When you breathe I only hear - the dumbing of your plight

So sweet, so sweet and ill!



Copyrighted 2009

My Friend: I am Smiling Again

One journey - on the road - this life;
down many roads, a dream;
my friend, you are my friend.

as we go like angels to find comfort
we come and go on this road
this life - we keep close and safe within.

so the night writes a message
we have touched each others life
with love and thanks.

so softly in a prayer our friendship
things in gentle for joy is our home:
one cannot chase away this friendship.

everytime we think we feel -
we have found each other once again;
there is no doubt.

we will smile once again;
one journey - on the road - this life;
down many roads - a dream;
my friend, you are my friend.


Copyrighted 2009