Aeolian

of fig leaves under 
limbs swept bare— 

a rotting 

bed the fickle 
wind left 

there. 

Clockwork Universe

He’d sit before the expansive 
Bay window and take in 
The sun rising and setting 
Without fathoming why 

It never failed to move him 
While the sea—in an unceasing 
Undulating pendulum rhythm— 
Rose and fell, as if breathing. 

Alms

“I have come to debase the coinage.” 
—Diogenes of Sinope 


Nobody 

At the crossroad, you know the score— 
What’s about to happen has happened before 

So many times nobody gives 
A plugged nickel anymore. 

To a Mind Long Gone

—for Duncan Jones and Tom Clark, two who appreciate 
the sound different drummers make. 


Be not mistaken— 
It’s not the song 
That’s gone wrong; 

It’s the gong going 
Off in your head 
That’s right on. 

On the Dark Side

Saw the whole lunatic 

Moon in half, 
Wondering where 

The other half fell.