Wow

In my fridge
there is a giant mushroom.
I took it home with me this morning
in a sack with other vegetables.

This evening

Now that you've left

and I've bid you

good riddance

to sleep by yourself

and leave me to my whirling

tempestuous

sad and ridiculous

thoughts

In my heart

You are a constant gardener,

scattering, steadfast.

When you scattered first

land needed clearing

Sackcloth and Ashes

bare
spare
not enough
still too much
too neat.

De profundis

Racing frantic

must do must go must get

thoughts crowding jostling

fighting for front place

Love is missing

Morning time dance

I wake, turn, roll, blink, rise, and hobble
brush, boil, steep, wait,

The Final Wait

Waiting, in my final hours, anxious and alone,

Dreams: four poems

The Realized Dream
 
Its fragments
hopefully inhabited your mind,
Unified by the name
of what it was you wanted.

The Spirit of Living and Flying

I stop denying my mild and frantic frustrations,
Admit my dashed hopes and hopeless dreams;
Then through my inner veins and outer seams

Speak of Love

Speak to me of love,
of that love which transcends;
Which brightens out obsessions
and bursts bubbles of desire and defeat