Tag Archives: poems

I and the you

this is me,

know what

it means

to let it be.


Painful watching the dead die a second death.


Mirrored man

of mind’s eye;

I heard

them sing,

your line

falls short.

Walk tall,

along that

cold blue floor.

On arid land,

from sand,

to shore.

Your hand

in mine,

taking my line

as yours.

Low light, clouds over daylight.

Nights dark, darker than darkness.

Distance keeps it in your region,

not becoming,

I’m unlike your people. 

Events of an insipid life,

now worn as truths you lack.

What earth pulled down,

moon pulling up 

from land takes back.

Rivers wide running high,

washing away what I feel.

Only you’re sure of what you see,

sayin’ what is said to keep it real. 

I’ll take the hand of a thief,

telling I’ve nothing left to steal.

Amber lights falling

on green nights,

thin eyed darkness

five miles high.

My echoing song,

I was beginning to think

you’d never

turn the lights on.

Red fills white

through hours blue;

concealing hand fires,

shot to the eye.

Telling what you see,

holding onto fear

of having enough.


Frozen sea,

ice floe,

sets ice show.

I saw flatline,

you said it flows,

looked down

to match up,

and I froze.

Rye talk

under falling

corn snow,

fingers bruising

on to and fro.

Quick to play

an adagio,

human dynamo

writes a woe,

varigo trapping

tap to go,

hemp willow

no smoke,

holy joe.