A fighting cherub

The worst part about this year is the fat gold watch ticking toward the end of time. I have been visiting my grandmother and having to watch her go through the steps toward death without her touch. In the eight months she has been sentenced to the nursing home, I have only touched hands briefly …

Rust colored eyes

When waking seems insurmountable And the rain goes pouring through me I pray that I can eat her pain and run away with it Rotting like a balsa core full of ocean brine still managing to stay afloat Her body of used time standing like a lighthouse That far off glow ahead of my whipping …

Back Run Gap

A cloudy route 759 As I listened to the morning gales stir in their roosts There were ferns that tried to grab my clothes and eyes that seemed invisible once I turned my head I took a trip to the mountain lake Along the way were the oldest houses still standing you’ve ever seen, ghosts …

June blues

Oh when you gonna Come lie down by my side After I’ve been crossing that big ocean Please lie down by my side When I’ll be hum- drunk on solitude and wine I slept alone onshore & cried Oh when you gonna Look into my eyes When the horizon comes Look into my eyes Oh …