Individual poems.

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. ...
When you come to wherever
failed hopes go, turn
here instead,
where my child’s voice is heard
in the night, still damp from dreams. ...
Last time I saw her
she wasn't so big. Actually
she was downright skinny,
singing the final time
in Washington, D.C. ...
The cat likes to lick
a piece of butter
at the end of a knife
propped up by the window
so he can watch the birds ...
A string of tiny mites,
thematic elements of nature,
climb the beach house wall.
What vibration causes them to stop, confer
with another line, then move on, we'll never know. ...
The monkey trap is simply this
A coconut hollowed out
A sweet potato stuck inside
 
This is how a monkey can be caught
He puts his paw inside
And grabs his food ...
In the small grey hut of self-doubt where the ceilings are too low for you to stand,
by the road where your friend would only drive you half-way home,
next to the trench of holes filled with grief and wrong choices,
where it's better not to know how you should do things a different way, ...
The first heart is made of self,
A spirit you brought with you and
Stays after you leave.
The other heart is flesh and blood, ...