Grandpa's Treehouse

an arrow points left,
an arrow points right,
And here a big round dot
The tape of time slips past in yellow curvature
Inches in black
Metric in red
Who can set a point without shifting?
Or plan without a measure of hope?

Went off to the movies ( Read more... )

As you probably don't recall... I invented a poetry form called "Hour Glass" where each line has one fewer syllable than the previous until only one remains ( Read more... )

No one worships moonsets
Save the lone night lover
Nursing iceless Bourbon
Staving off the dawn

but still

Craving the light of timeless stars
At home in the noiseless whirl
Content without a struggle
Informing the silence

please stay

Put off the sunshine
Still the calming wind
And let me breathe
One colorless final ray

Memory