Too late I found what’s truly mine.
This time, a pile of papers,
 
poems, on huge scraps, meant
to be nailed to his cut boards.
She always wanted to make love to a clock so she'd know when to stop.
She always wanted to be standing in the limelight in a white satin dress ...
This isn't so bad I said two days after you died, Everything's the same. You're just not here. Look. I get up and make tea and you're just not here, that's all. ...
When you were in the 9th grade and I was in the 7th you were
a crossing guard keeping order at Junior High School number 3. No one
was disobedient when you wore that wide yellow strap across your chest ...
Silence, wanderer, you, with your purposeful imagery -
 Nothing inflames the past as much as you do!
How many places can you lead the mind at once ...
Flat and cold. The place you didn't
want to go. A covenant comes alive, leads you here:
a person,  moment,  event,  you'd
rather go past the door than see. ...
for painter Erick Jackson
 
A rhapsody encircles his walls
without interruption,

Fate and fortune are
in a drawer filled with light,

like a pair of gloves
illuminating the ideal room, ...

It'll be a poem,
looking at the lines that
go side by side, if there resides a
shadow inside, a form not
too hurried, a little self important seed
sleeping at the center ...
Elaine's father was a guard at the Trenton State Penitentiary.
Once in awhile, I forget how often,
she couldn't come out to play
because it was her daddy's turn to pull the switch ...
Awakened by daily light,
I moved through a map of sounds
into the fold of the future.
There
in the periphery of
friendship was a man standing in
light between the trees. ...