Tuesday, June 22, 2021

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.


Friday, June 18, 2021

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

16 Syllables

How does one become a writer? 
One becomes a reader. Then writes. 


Thursday, June 10, 2021

Aged 50

In ten years I 
hope to clearly 
write poems 
without punctuation
without wasted words

with nothing but heart