Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Short Shorts!

Donkeys

Kick through freeze thaw leaves
and snowmen. Meteoric
lilies. The universe.

Hangnail

The pink fingernail
weeps vineyards of red iron
where there is no tear-duct.

Some days

Even little cranes need help
folded tightly on the wooden desk
where wind or breath might blow them off.

Neutercane

The midsection of a tall portly horse.
The relentless pursuit of cats.
Sometimes the frontal edge of a cyclone.

Look Out! I’ve Just Sacredized Aspen!

The people who visit
are possessed by the spirits
of birds. A juncture
of seemingly disconnected,
but related, things.

More Room to Fail

Mad freedom, mad failure,
too mad to fall or fail.
Look out! I’ve just sacredized Aspen again!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

touching, sweet strong
you drop into the long
draw me out heart
sing me your calling song
you've given me
a sense to belong
what sense this is I think I know
It comes from combined life
now long gone
once forgotten,now far a long