OFFERING A

Hollywood, thanks.      I see the sun spots
now laid over the stratus.      Where we go
in the pursuit of hunger is less important
than the opening of the apple blossoms.
The sense of adventure you sing to.      All
chords are just tiny rocks from the same
echo.      Here we are single file.      I have
to trust in others for self-loathing. I had
all but one or two of those pieces stolen
by Andrew Jackson      that son of a bitch.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

And anything to make you smile

Leave a comment

March 6, 2014 · 4:04 pm

WATER

A trickle
from melting
icicle

is love.

replete—

Its forms
soil
to blue

& mountain
tops cloud.

I will
build

shelter

forward.

A prism
refracts.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

A poem from Jonathan Greene

Untitled

Honored when
the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.

Next stop:
a rotting log.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Trivial

A dandelion is home
The last bits of air

& the gravity…

Her hands clasped
The shiny the blades

They called to spaces

& what does excite me
Excites me like air

& lack of commons
A familiar fortune

The god’s honest truth—

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Cry Cry Crow

Leave a comment

February 1, 2014 · 11:43 pm

Barstool

I want to grow
Old and older
Still as a photo
Still as gallows

Older than death
With wings black
And bones not
Brittle but stone

And what would
Only memories
A mostly loved
One of the those

Writhing sounds
A harmony moan
Lost echoes ring
Crosses burning

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems