Geyser

—for Tony Hayward, CEO of BP

You’re always gushing about
Tapping and refining your poetic

When it’s your style
That’s crude.

Fogbound

misty-eyed
wayfarer clearly misguided lost
in transition taken in
.
by the way the mist was not
.
missed

Tin, Pannier Alley

Where a wordsmith can be found writing a small street song to the accompaniment of a tinsmith's hammer.

Image of Imagination

Can you color

It the way

You see it?

Poet in Reticence, Atacama, Chile

Don’t piss it all away, Aloysius—
Refresh us with what precious

Treacle you purvey but pray
Spare your best for a rainy day.

A Tangled Poetic Matter

On a bluff over the sea,

Under a low-lying wind-swept
Canopy of pines, a bed

Of matted needles where
The high-strung strident

Body composes itself
By lying silent.

Stray Pen: A Pathetic Fallacy

Poor lonely poem

Without a home,
Sick to death

Of loneliness
I put you down,

All alone.