Saturday, January 29, 2011

I see the reeling unknown
while frozen still
rooted in the sun
I tip my hat
dazzle life dazzle drama
I look to send the good word
though I've been out thought
and shocked
by the beauty who has seen too much
the toppling of the wicked tower of London
and the Calais
engraved on my heart

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

In the starlit math
allowing for sleepers
describing poise in
natural collapses
deep solitude redeems
feet bathed in the sun
suggestive glances applauded
emotion in the distant night
flame hat letter
red touched apart
in practical surroundings
oh fancy man question master
ladies body ready