Love Poem

John Berryman 

sang his dreams 

into reality. Every man 

dreams. My seams 

have been torn. 

My life was born 

in sorrow. My wailing, 

never failing, lifts me 

into the stratosphere.  

Spheres or orbs 

help me lay my sword 

down. I cannot fear. 

Leslie, the best me, 

is housed in applause. 

This ship yaws. See 

me here. Hear me.

For George

A poet sings

the blues
The rich fear 

death
The poor 

don't

16 Syllables

How does one become a writer? 

One becomes a reader. Then writes. 

Aged 50

In ten years I 
hope to clearly 

write poems 

without punctuation

without wasted words

with nothing but heart

7

We're enclosed in petals of roses.