Thursday, November 25, 2010

Ironic though it sounds

Ironic though it sounds
Just maybe forever is gone
Like angels at dawn
The music is strong
Oxymoron when a life moved on
Looking for perfection
The perfect snow flake in a storm
White out conditions in toon town


Note: This peom comes out of the process of writing about a road trip: see link on another blog




Manipulative

Manipulative words

Eternal meaning
One degree of separation
Perceptive

Friday, November 19, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A Mime

A mime
Looking at a mirror
In front
In back
To the right
And to the left
Under foot
And above
The story
He could tell
If he were aware
Of the crowd looking in
A glass box
On street
Without a name
As people
Drop a dollar
In a slot
A monkey on a string