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Sparks
On a sunny morning’s commute, I spy a smoking cigarette butt spinning towards the shoulder. And I imagine a similar butt some night on the way home as a glowing tracer through the air landing on the interstate as a starburst of warm orange light. Warm and lonely like you at home and me on the … Continue Reading
X
A cloudy X marks the pale blue sky
half a hand high off the horizon
Jet fumes or crossed phoenix plumes?
-1994?
Glass Chip
There is a small pebble chip in the center of my windshield. And as it catches and bends and twists the sunlight in its splintered crevasses, my thoughts climb to that ball of nuclear fusion that powers this local sparkle. If the sun is really just an amalgamation of cosmic dust and molecules, if the … Continue Reading
Taillights
Taillights and street lamps reflected in a wet roadway
The street lamps fade behind me
But the taillights are never distant
Feb.1993
An anchored television casts an erie light across the bolted pictures
Why not sew the bed sheets to the frame, the towels to the rack
Or bail the Gideons to the shelf?
Bluegrass storm
Storm clouds on the horizon
Tree leaves turn anxiously in the wind
The smell of rain in the air
The banshee wail of the wind
Becomes the low moan of a lone saxophone
Raindrops on a tin roof and running down the spout
Fade to the beat of a jazz drummer
-May 1992, driving across the Bluegrass Parkway
Universe
Yes, you could have the Milky Way as your blanket
And I would pull down the Moon for your pillow
The Rings of Saturn would be your wedding band
Then I’d no longer need the Sun to light the dark
Even frozen Pluto could not chill my heart
If you would just be my universe
(23 January 1992)
i worry to much
in the calm ecstasy that comes after making love
we sit semi-entwined
and stare at each other
by the light of a single cigarette
i do wish she wouldn’t smoke,
smoking gives you cancer
all alone, Jan ’92
Window
Under the Overpass,
On the Offramp
Across the Interstate I drive…
Over the dashboard, Through the window
12/31/91
(I’m sure this had to be written in close proximity to a Trout Fishing in America show)
Sunrise
Driving over the fringe of Ponchatrain
past the cypress and the pines
I head into the false sunrise
of the city of New Orleans
12/18/91