I got nothin'. I
rolled the dice, played the hand and
all I got's nothin'.
Color and light come
through my eyes. I feel layers
building from within.
Love is a dog from
Hell and sometimes it's a sweet
kitten from Heaven.
The center of every
universe lies in every
heart in every home.
This haiku is for
you, dear. Oh and you and you
and you and you, too.
From this height I can
see the tops of the trees; the
wind blowing the leaves.
I think I've felt
every feeling there is to feel.
Then I feel one more.
It is only love
that could be the death of my
heart a million times.
Today all the sadness
in the world is making
me feel really sad.
I thought about them
and cried and then I dreamt
about them all night long.
It's too late to talk
now, but I'll be dreaming of
your voice all night long.
"Her light dress fell like
petals. 'I love everything,'
she heard herself say."
-The Amazing Bone
It's that moment when
you realize you are really,
really far from home.
I fell in love with
the butcher and left my heart
in New York City.
I remember the
barefoot wildness of childhood.
I miss it so much.
There was so much I
wanted to say to you, love,
but now you're asleep.
The shadows are not
the same here and neither are
the sounds that they make.
I should be writing
about the city, but I'm too
busy loving it.
The rain's different here.
So are the sirens. A stranger
in a strange land.
All around me I
could see sands wet with rain
except from where I stood.
The sky was good to
me today. It held me with
its cool, cloudy arms.
The nurse is to the
doctor as the food-runner
is to the waiter.
Hey, look out New York,
New York! No sleep til Brooklyn
for these New York Dolls.
Smell the sun. It smells
like passion and aggression
and never quitting.
I can't look away
from your devil's face even
though I know I should.
Then he wrote, "We must
not touch our idols. The gilt
sticks to our fingers."
-Flaubert
As I watched my
daughter sleeping soundly I
thought, "Please don't grow up."
"The tide is high, but
I'm holding on. I'm gonna
be your number one."
-John Holt
I hear cheering down
the street. Like they're playing a
game. I'm kinda jealous.
The pages smelled like
an old-growth forest. The dust
flew and made me sneeze.
As surely and
instantly as I felt it, I
felt it no longer.
Inspiration comes
from living things, growing, dying;
the things that breath life.
A good writer
doesn't just talk well, but he listens
really well, too.
A storyteller,
dreamer, dramatist, historian;
the poet showman.
Your lips were so warm.
Mine were on fire. I wanted
your kiss forever.
her hair back-lit by
the sun, waving from the playground,
smile in her heart
Good things come to those
who wait and, also, sometimes
to those who don't wait.
I delight in you
knowing me, not knowing me,
clinging and not to me.
She dreamed of the
city and their lives swinging in
hammocks by the sea.
I could hear the guy
next door snoring, but he moved.
Now I hear a new guy.
I think Madonna
said it best when she said,
"I need a holiday."
I sat on the bed
to watch her sleep, because I
missed her so much.
Oh, what shall we do
with a drunken sailor, early
in the morning?
I don't want to think
about poems. I want to
feel the sun, air, stars.
This morning the birds
and I woke up while it was
dark. Before the sun.
