Sleep intoxication
Sleep Intoxication Inside: I drink my sleep In big waves Of weightless Thirst Random lovers Strap themselves in;
Entropy
Outside my bedroom window I hear the wind Teasing at the leaves Like a lover
Beach fires
On the road I’m driving Barely nothing Between me And the mortal coil
On dating attorneys … poetry as complaint
Foolish, he thinks But doesn’t say Out loud; To the girl With poems In her head
All night blues
All Night Blues I’ve heard his voice, roughed up by the lyrics of living, sung out and sweating between sets; taking a smoke and slugging a beer to soothe his weary chords.
Vivaldi has quatre saisons
He spoke French Which I didn’t know
Lunar love affair … do NOT miss tonight’s luscious Wolf Moon
I admit it: I’m hopelessly besotted with the moon. The moon, in all its phases, makes me feel safe and secure and loved and a little bit sexy and wild, but most importantly, it makes me feel like I belong where ever I am that the moonbeams are falling. Of course, that is all times […]
Moon-howling mama
In honor of tonight’s full moon … She practices French While washing her hair — Thinks life is that short. Takes a lover —
Truglio’s Preserve
You and I Cool and dark In the blind