Tuesday, October 25, 2011


i scream out the numbers
of the sheep as they pass.
in my mind, behind my eyes
that have seen too much.
the sounds I try to drown,
five-fifty-five, five-fifty-six...
the numbers rise each and every night,
the flock increases in size.
i'm losing count,
i'm losing my voice.
still the leaping sheep bleat
in response to the rhythm,
of my desire to forget.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Posting Poems Until Further Notice.

I need to go on sabbatical,
a pilgrimage to find myself.
My soul, my heart
have gone missing.
Posting "Lost" signs everywhere
in poems and prose...
and silence.

I've exhausted the in-between,
the merged time of alert and asleep.
I'm tired of the obscured,
brought on by Bacchus.
To drink, to dream
to slip away...
A coward's folly.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Autumn leaves fall like confetti
in a ticker tape parade.
Summer being sent off,
Winter being ushered in.
And in that brief time in-between
the hazy days
and the hibernation,
are moments
of reflection
as each leaf touches down.