There is a woman Who lives inside me She winks and takes Me aside She says I need To move out west Where in the mountains I might abide Then she laughs And twirls around And says, “No, not That way-but see!”! I think you better Buy a boat And live the summer free Then...
A chair at the window A trunk full of dreams A bed with a sag in it And holes in the screens Yarn all a tatter Clothes in a box Books in a corner Doors without locks Life is a moment It’s raw and it’s pungent It’s bitingly brutal And tender as teardrops We’re strong...
Deep night, a slice of moon Bright as a dagger All things warm blooded well hidden The souls on this eve, return for a chance To beg their past sins forgiven Standing at the forefront grinning The dust a disembodied beast I heard his thundering wagon approach His grin...
A new day, one that’s never been used before! I will grab it by the tail and wrestle it to the ground. Or I might softly listen, while looking with brown eyes, uncovering mysteries beneath pine trees.
The Great Lake, rolling ice-chunks In white-capped little curls Morning creeping meekly A beach strewn with tiny pearls Her night of joy now over Though echoes still remain Of a party like no other Where all things took the blame Peeking out through rattling glass...
It’s not that I don’t need you It’s just I have found myself I have filled up all the wanting With pearls of my own wealth The gift of love I give you Is not the love of youth It is fire mixed with wisdom And passion mixed with truth Come and be my...
