Moon Poem #32

The moon is like a lemon slice
swung into a black Russian

clouds curdle as they pass by
her citrine face

FALLING

shedding you like clothes
as the weather's getting colder

it is easy to lose a layer in April
harder in October

--2009

YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A PART OF ME

I've stood in the rain
long enough
to wash away the silt of you

but the indelible mark
you've left
will always be on my skin

EXIT 18, MASS PIKE

as I round the corner
the concrete swells
and up from the ground you rise like a pop-up book
from the ruin to the rack
an organized destruction
one type of beauty for another

MOON POEM #15

I need you

the great white cymbal in the sky
rises for crescendo
in the hydgrangea blue

MOON POEM #14

streetlamps try to dazzle
but your amber glow
is all the more bright

and sparkles on the dark surface

A PAINFUL SUBJECT

driving down Main Street
is like walking down a papercut
in lemonade shoes

each step brings me past places
where we sat

and stood

and leaned

and talked

that awning saved us from the rain
but I wish we had run in it

TELL ME TRUE

don't tell me what I want to hear

tell me what I ought to hear
and long to hear
and need to hear

love me by telling me the truth

16

I fell in love with you on Bloomsday
when you fed me words
fallen from the pages you love

just days after you stole the sweet cake from my mouth

and i can still see the sun setting on Gibraltar
and feel the swell as i read your messages
though the birds have come and pecked the crumbs away