Nowhere Like The Distance Anywhere

 

It’s a lot like having
A shoulder you can rest
Your head on,

And saying I knew you
All the while you were
Here and I was nowhere near

So that you could hear
And embrace me
Coming and going,

Loud and clear.

 

Agnostic

 

So many passing,
Moving paeans to Him

Over the years,
I wonder

Which ones, if any,
Were created

To remain elusive,
Ethereal refrains

For the bewildered many,
Amen.

 

 

The Usual Suspect Getting Away With Bloody Murder

 

Keep fobbing
Your so-called killer poems off

An unsuspecting public,
And no one will be the wiser,

Not even you,
You incredible fool.

True-Blue Transient Filament

spider 

in his element,
swaying almost

imperceptibly
in 

incredible
air, not quite 

false
dawn
light, 

now
over— 

there. 

 

 

 

Frantic Muse On Penury

 

When you’re desperate enough
To write whatever precious
Vacuities reside in your head,
And nothing appears to warn you

You’re better off dead.