Chalk

Blaring chambers of
chalky waves of
balmy cues of
blatancy

enter a delay of
wavering wills of
calming leers of
urgency.

Desk Drawer

A reputation above all others

kept frankly in the envelope

within the desk drawer

beneath bills,

catalogs
and letters

Becomes an irreliable
source of conflict

Wishes

We often toss them into the water as we linger on edges of fountains for too long. We drown them and expect they will sprout into something more than what is worth tossing away. There, they choke as we peer down. Strange we never reach in and scrape them up to buy cake or some means to accomplish what we live for. Rather, we turn to Mother's pocket for a hopeful nudge at something to be proud of. Here, we toss in the cake or the means to achieve what we should be living for, in with the other wasted cents and sense. Shortly after, we walk over to buy cake but never the means to begin what we live for.

Words of Michelangelo

Noting intellect, or lack 

of such a notion 

in our humanity, here 

I have chosen to portray

the intellect 

so nearly exchanged 

between God and Adam.

Sleep's Eve

A plump Red,

born from blossoms

and bulging by sun-scorch,

now sags from singed

rusty leaves and slither-hymns

of trees on the Eve of

snow-graves and sleep.

Further

Soon is an aloof.

Further, too, is aloof.

Clutching scales put all

open in dash

in regard.

Beating

of damaged, of

vault

of sole strange;

all through wavers

waiters

weighers.

Aloof is a further

too tolerant.

Greed

i am                                            in my head

shaping my eyes to greed         i drop my breath

and obviously                            i am

not                                             the only one who cannot breathe

completely                                 to save myself

in vain

Confession

An abrupt silence

reached across the windowsill

and flew off

like frightened starlings,

foreboding words

trembling limply in my hand.

--A Found Poem with elements 

from Chaim Potok's In the Beginning

Amputee

Remember that trick
when magicians tear cloths from tables, 
Only startling those crystal cups
and not screaming them to the ground?

It is nothing like that trick
Because doctors severed and tore
after startled questions,
And he no longer stands.