Cloud-Glasses
The strange yellow glowof this pressure system (low)reminds me of the cloud-glassesthat we used to haveto wear when it was greyto make it seem a sunny daybut it just seemed cloudy-yellowlike today.
Past
A month at twenty-fiveis like a week at seventeenis like a day at six or sevenif you know what I mean.And I guess that when I’m oldereven years will seem as fastas each shrinks in proportionto my quantity of past.
Deep Pockets
I have a friend with deep pocketsfull of truth and grace…pockets so deep in pants so tall,and sometimes it’s hard to see His face.
The Slow Process of Making Friends
The slow process of making friendswith people who swim in front of me like fish behind glassand who would probably not enjoy coming to this side to sit next to me on the couchand who, like me, would probably find … Continued
No One Needs Poetry
No one needs poetry.They need foodand shelter,hope, peace and love.But since we don’t all haveall these thingswe need poetry.But if we all hadfood, shelter, hope, peace and love,then we would not need poetry.But then we would want itall the more.
Don’t Go Outch
I’d advise: do not go outwhen there is no wind.A mosquito will slurp you up his snout and spit you out again.
At Once
There are lots of things that I can do,but really shouldn’t do at once.For instance, it would not be shrewdto brush my teeth while I eat lunch.
The Rain Is Like a Curtain
The rain is like a curtain,the drops are like the cloth,that thick and heavy velvetwith corners chewed by moths.The world outside’s a theater.We turn the script’s first page.Until the rain stops falling,we’ll practice here, backstage.
Secret
Who do you love?Some you seem to lovebecause you yourselflove to laugh,love to feel good,love to feel loved.Think of the personfor whomyou could always keep a secret.
Coffee Cake
There is no coffee in this cake,despite what you might think.They must call it that becauseit’s good enough to drink.