Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Clockwork Angels

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That wound fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Creature

In the winter of the night
In solitary stands
a creature of earth and sky
Whose reach exceeds its grasp
In fires light that pierce the night
Heralds a day of atonement
When all is clay once more
The sea sinks deep in rock
The end will near
The Creature bows its head in silence

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Poet Meshugeh

Hear the noise
The children playing
The honk the screeching
Birds chirping, laughter
Poet sits in wasted room
With sea of paper looming tall
Ink splats soaking
The sunlight moving on
Poet sulks moodily
Draining his thoughts with pen
Wind thru open window sweeps
The sea becomes a fury
Circling the poet viciously
Cunning quick cutting deep
Poet sits
In ruin waste

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


One wing of paper
The other of feathers
Flap one and you shall rise
Flap the other and you shall burn

Thursday, March 3, 2011


Winding twisting tearing growing
Ever life 
The slow staggering pace
Shaping time differently
Knotting wrapping binding growing
Outward creeping slowly