twilight – September 9, 2014

we speak as
Administrators –

a small acreage
in Hell:
our dominion –

no wild honeysuckle
along this trail –

the road
to our destination
is cluttered with lies –

road kill is easy pickings
here in Hell,
but touching it, tasting it
will kill the undead.

more from Lisbon

September 5, 2014

things still remain –
wrapped up –
that want to be unwound –

words unexpressed,
thoughts never quite
exchanged –

and worlds unformed.

more random thoughts from Lisbon

August 30, 2014

Life takes turns – right & left –
and twists sometimes along its radii
and may even spin on its axis

in a completely different orbit
than the one before the last
or the one after the next – 

life creates and recreates
reconstituting itself in several forms – 
to fulfill its own destiny –

and hopes it struck a fair deal –
and kept all the promises it made –
and always delivered the goods –
it advertised. 

Graffiti I found at a Lisbon subway station


Poetry me
Poem me
Romance me

build me a poem
make poetry for me
make me your poem
Let me be the poem

let poetry be me
romance me
romance me
romance me

2014 August Postcard Poetry Fest poems posted!

no posting of poems in August iho August Postcard Poetryfest

Rattle poem #1

July 24, 2014

Gotta get me some postcard stamps tomorrow –
I got poems to write:
tonight children are going to bed hungry
in the land of the plenty,
while politicians get fat and greedy,
promising to solve the problems come November –
tonight childrens’ childhoods are being wasted,
in holding cells on the southern border,
while elected officials twiddle their thumbs,
wondering who will pay for the next campaign –
tonight children, by the hundreds, are being buried,
in the land where our Lord was born in a manger,
because their skin is the wrong color –
I gotta buy me some postcard stamps tomorrow –
I got poems to write;
I got wrongs to right.