Waiting for the Sandman

On the beach, watching the darkening 

Expanses above and beyond of what seem 
To be dreamy remnants of a childhood 

Imagination, we wait impatiently 
For the imp of the universe to give us 

One more heavenly unfathomable shot. 

Tottering State

Where 

Oddly nothing ought to be 
Taken for granted, 
Naught even 

Your next step. 

Eyeless in Gaza: The Overkill Syndrome

Gentlemen, 

This life-threatening situation can be resolved 
Without needless casualties 

If we keep shelling out bromides to the masses— 
Rest assured, they’ll soon get over it. 

Paying the Bearer on Demand

Believe me, that frozen 
Look the ferryman gave us— 
So mortifying 

We parted with our mouthpieces 
And took our seats solemnly, 
As convention demanded. 

Morning Coffee

Before the large eastern window, remembering 
Another dawn and that small dark bird darting 
From silver-green olive branch to olive branch— 

Now, savoring the light spilling once more 
Over the mountains, long leisurely sips 
Of darkness in-between. 

The Setup

One window is enough for a million poets 
To frame themselves— 

So said the poet of admirable vision, no less 
Admired for seeing through such things.  



NB: Thanks to James Finnegan over at ursprache for helping to set this one up.

Introspection

They tell you look 

You’re making a spectacle of yourself again, 
But isn’t this what you’ve always wanted 

To see?