THE LAST PICNIC

scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse   cactus cast shadows over sand and rock   the sun moves past the other side of barren hills   cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins   while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC

LOST

The desert   a roar of silence   bland colors crooked shapes life absent   an innocent appearance   tempting footsteps and greedy eyes to wander like dust   random inspecting overturning a stone   looking back or was it there it all looks the same   no water no shade   lost    

SECOND FLOOR

A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR

OVERFLOWING

Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound   it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence   the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING

BACKUP

Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death   wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten   speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP

MAKING A WAY

Crossroads provokes idleness back to life   perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy   the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed   just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY

STEP THIS WAY

In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement   desert flowers draw on moisture in the air   bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted   each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon   tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY

LOOK HERE

I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye   I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE

DOWN AND AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY

THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.