Image and Memory

Sitting there smiling at the camera
Chubby faced with a lifetime ahead

Dressed up and standing next to your
prom date on the cusp of adulthood

A slightly out of focus picture of you
and three of your oldest friends

during your college years Young drunk
and not yet fully encumbered

in the mire of adult responsibilities
Collected moments of a life

Sitting on a weekend morning
and setting these thoughts to a page

I anticipate many years ahead
Many more memories to be pondered

Is it so Is it so Will it be so
I wonder I wonder and hope

Will love become the dawn?

The Invisible World 

Third Hand 

Walk the Waves

First light and there is
no one around
Alone in silence
I walk down the hill
Sloping towards the beach
Waves call louder with each step
Sand gives and shifts below my feet
Water foams and licks the shore
At last the touch of cold water
soaks my feet and electrifies
my body into full alertness
I press forward into the
water as I sink deeper
into the salty depths
as my clothes cling
to me and my hair
grows wet I bob
up for a breath
inhale deeply
submerge
see the
land
bel
ow

Curation

Curating the images
of my life
into something worth
the viewing

Sunsets at the beach
Bands mid-song in concert
Odds and ends of nature
Curious graffiti
Vacation pictures
Palms in dying light

Mere moments
in a larger narrative

What is unseen

The hours spent alone
in contemplation
and solitude
Self-doubt
Drunkenness brought
on by helplessness
Laps spent sweating
at the track
Hours at work
spent on the phone
answering questions
waiting for the shift
to be over

Curious curation

A life filled with images

Which will I hold
when at last
the light
begins to flicker
and wane

Fresh cut flowers on the tile floor
Long stems resting together
like crossed legs

A Sea of Sunken Stars.

Midnight in a City Without Light 

In truth and circumstance
Find yourself in the rearview glance

Dreams of a Sweet and Distant Life 

BRAIN WASHER 

Lyric Fragment

I used to dream of forever 
Back when God knew my name
Now She doesn't even see me
When She walks past me
At the place we first met

Bitter Angels

Death from a Clear Blue Sky

Dreams from the Unborn World

The Name the Wind Calls Itself.

Dead-Eyed Horror Show 

Dying creatures on an infertile world. 

Skin

My skin can barely keep back
                    all these broken pieces
                                        jostling around
                                                           inside me.