Traces (3)

Memory

The last time

You looked back,

There was nobody

Following you—

Turn back.

~~~~~

Conditional

If I had a voice

Worth keeping,

I’d give it

All I have.

~~~~~

Morpheus

Waking but not yet

Fully, duly emptying

The last dull traces.

~~~~~

To the Reader

These scribblings

Mock me.

~~~~~

Take Two

Director’s chair’s aslant

On two legs against a wall—

The scene calls

For suspense.

Traces (2)

Superman

invincible

still my heart remains

on fire.

~~~~~

Song

looking out

across deep water—

seeing, seeing.

~~~~~

Self-Incriminating Reflection

I find myself out

Watching how

Others look at me.

~~~~~

Nothing

Leaves a trace

So much as that

Something you dare not face.

Traces (1)

Sun

your shadow not

of itself, a burning

display of incrimination.

~~~~~

Life Lines

along the line

you draw, another

longer one reigns

supreme.

~~~~~

Sense of Solitude

you want to impart,

dispense with it

like the wind

parting pines.

~~~~~

If it is

all the same

to you, I’ll take

all you have

and then some, too.

Poetry Workshop 101: How to Write a (Politically) Correct Poem

OK, class—

Put in

The right word

(Fuck)

In the right place

(Politicians)

At the right time

(Now)

I think

That’s just

Fine.

Lost in the Forest of Signs

I know wood is,

As numberless millions say,

Just another word,

But what

I just can’t see for the trees is

Where in the world 

Would we stand without it?