Window watching Whisper white snow Blowing — In whirls and twirls Onto a slick, wet road, Flowing — Mush, waiting, Dripping drops of slush Down a drain pipe grating. Window watching Whisper white snow Flying — Through the tangled,… Read More ›
Poetry
Inadequacy
Why do I do the things I do? Like see- ing you and me pass through the sum- mer to- gether as two. Risking jail to send won- ders through the mail to you and flow- ers too. Calling up… Read More ›
The Attack
He struck Like a machine gun Splattering the plates Across the floor. She sits wounded At the table Of a bloody Battlefield.
Inadequacy Too
I wish I knew why I think you are so beau- tiful? I do. When I’m with you that pow- er you attract me to in you, into me it flows, soo- thing, yet confu- sing me all through. As… Read More ›
Arguments
There was a moment When I was three feet away When a buddy-check Would have saved the day
In the Spring
I thought we were two through summer, though fall I felt your sting. I tried revival all winter, but I couldn’t survive a thing, and just when I thought blossoms arrived, the skies cried this spring.
Living Poem
I don’t live in the East I don’t live in the West I live in my head And it suits me best
Tired Old Black Lady
Tired old black lady Walking down the street Moving kind of slow On her tired old, long- Suffering black feet. Tired old black lady Five children mother Black purse in one hand Tiny wife handkerchief In her other. … Read More ›
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