Prodigal Morning
I drown in songbird residue of night I used to be a siren I have falle
Impressionism
what lives my lips have kissed what deaths my words have died what lan
It Does
Does it come down to this that you are too tired that I am too tired t
Collision
As it comes up it rushes warm shudder I drink cups of electricity and
Anatomy
One of the lines was for you one of the moans that escaped my body as
Empty Houses
In Vegas you can hear the chirps of smoke alarms with expired batterie
Elephant
It waits for me every morning in this room in the telephone wires the
Scent
There are poems everywhere they ride upon the air like a scent waiting
Trailer Park
Nature is so quick to take back what our attention abandons its forces
Ship
I will never forget your eyes your smell jeans and shiny car pomegrana
If You
If you are reading this then it is not too late for us for you to find
Eruption
(Kauai) The other cheek of the Earth is pock-marked with civilization
Poet
You are the poet and the poem you are the wet residue of evening comin
For Carlo
Each day you leave us little gifts on an unlikely doorstep which we vi
Cop Out
Make me a set of wings so that I may return to the beginning and inste
