I thought it was A.M. but it is really P.M.

Filename is “Sonnets 2006”


Heavenly Bodies

Catastrophes apart, she symbolized
the gentlest epitome of soul
in futures never found so crystallized
as deep within her eyes. This heaven’s bowl
(inverted from eternal moonstruck lights)
reflects beneath blue rhythm of her voice,
absorbed within dark indigo of nights
unspoken, untogether. When hard choice
between each other tangles innocence
in manacles that chafe on pale wrists,
invisible bright diamonds lose their sense
when resting on her finger. Unfurled fists
caress my heart; Christina laughs to warm
my body that has finally found its form.

March 15, 2006

Space And Time Ship

Y’all should know that I’m a rocketship
embued with colors of a mattress pad
and glued hard to the past. Relationship
of trees and time, immediately mad
at images of universal gloom
not darkly comprehended. Telescopes
allow the observation of the doom
of towels barbequed between the hopes
for better lives, for carpets shaggy as
an English sheepdog’s portrait on the wall.
I kiss and tell you that the future has
immobilized most everything of all
especially those who are forever sad,
including lonely people (good and bad).

April 27, 2006



Candlelight

As reachable as stars at break of day,
your touch reverberates with intricate
insinuations on my body. Grey
are slumber days dissolving delicate
as ghosts of spider webs, intelligence
expressed in angled lines revealing
arachnid hunger, patience, and a sense
of thin ephemeral beauty. When concealing
dancing arts from ancient distances,
your limbs paint pictures in blank swirling air
creating watercolors with resistances
of waves. Reflections of sensations bare
ourselves to misinterpretations, split
as morning sun divides a candle lit.

May 4, 2006

Dark Kisses

Dark leaves completely shattered underfoot,
extemporaneous confusion caused
some miscellaneous desires put
away with all our yesterdays. We paused
to savor shadowed moments, certain that
they’d slip through fingers, trembling lips oblique
like stars and satellites. Engage in chat
with diamond rain as plans dissolve to peek
like new-born kittens delicate, too young
to blink their sealed eyes. Dark leaves create
a shifting pattern as a dancing tongue
implants a kiss resolving pain we hate,
inspiring divisions of the heavens bare,
collecting stardust in your lovely hair.

May 27, 2006


Chasing And Walking

When Clyde stops running, I don’t know if his
brown eyes are still afraid despite his legs
(two innocents spread wide unshamed); what is
the mixture of emotions as he begs
for doggie biscuits? Stroking his dark fur
from head to tail wagging sinuous,
I feel his forgiveness more than pure
as joy that makes him dance when he sees us.
Even when constrained by leash that binds,
A happy pas de deux as he escapes
from his protective custody. He finds
an exclamation as his tail drapes
just like a curtain in the wind, soft sign
that brand-new scents in wonder still combine.


Left Behind With Sorrow

When innocent companion tries
to hold my hand complicitly, we walk
across the overpass as if it lies
across a penitent abyss; we talk
of distances and baby steps, of care
that places children’s shoes where they belong,
so neatly laced, so neatly placed right where
they stand right in between the road they’re on
to warn invisibility of where
they’re going. All intention moves each foot
with ignorant self-confidence through air
that parts and flows behind as feet are put
each one before the other. Each is left
behind with sorrow for all that is bereft.

June 17, 2006


Whirlpool Declension

Your beauty makes me feel more alive,
Unconsciousness within mortality,
with hopelessness cascading to survive
beyond this fragile mind. At sea,
it seems I float so aimlessly except
the whirlpool draws me down, a paper scrap
or ballet dancer who has leapt
below. Entranced, I watch the spinning trap
that promises dismemberment before
salt water tears my lungs. Impossible
to save me from discovery, rough roar
of intimate destruction beats a dull
yet rhythmic funeral march; I see your face
less clearly as white water takes my place.

Summer 2006




Nudity Undraped

When curtains draped around the casket fell
Like sham pain bubbles at the edges of
Niagara Falls, smiles cut to sell
Experience, forgiveness, solemn love
On pink-shade night-blue sheets uncreased
That carves unsatisfied, spiral form
Teasing now at body parts unleashed
Discovered with dismay. Breathing warm
As miniature unopened bottles by
The heart-shaped tub, internal waves reflect
Emotions amplified forever lie
Like towels slicked with soap to introspect
imperfect skin unshimmering to touch,
When nudity undraped reveals so much.

Sept. 26, 2006




Overnight Oxidation

I am the grease beneath your fingernails,
Everything that’s been neglected, mold
Expanding complicated fairy tales,
Restricting range of emotion. Truth untold
May fester overhead to sanctify
Dark depths of our impressions. Calculate
Soft values of three kisses sliding by,
Implacable persuasion coming late,
Like bills unpaid from thunderstorms delayed.
How many feather beds may complicate
Dark passages between still births, dismayed
In innocent survival? Born too late,
Confusing ghosts in agony washed clean,
The rusty hardware makes our faces mean.

Sept. 26, 2006

Fireworks

I kiss bright shadows that explode
In silent. Discovering a landscape soft
As brushstrokes in a masterpiece, a winding road
From yesterday. We kissed, you coughed
Politely as a chambermaid to get
A tension supernatural as light
In rooms unwindowed. Now, with me, forget
How flowers bloom and veins collapse with slight
Unnoticed exhalations. Kissing air
That swarms between our clothing and our whims
Embodied in emotion debonair,
Weeping deeply as red sunset dims,
Ripped from shoulders warm that recreate
Four Roman candles that exterminate.

Sept. 26, 2006







Rocky Road Kill

Like old men eating ice cream, we pretend
That births outnumber deaths, that squirrels
Frozen in the gutter cannot send
A message of unhappiness to girls
Who should be at the movies. Fantasies
Of memories explode when lightning strikes
And sheets of rain ruin wrists and knees
Exposed to night’s experiments. Dislikes
Are only neural patterns, cold upon
Their aged tongues, their toothless mouths dissolve
Smooth frozen tastes too quickly gone
Now dimly seen with eyes that can revolve
And brains that cannot comprehend the speeds
of passing cars and spoons fulfilling needs.

Sept. 26, 2006



Cakes And Caskets

So why do naked women rarely pop
From birthday cakes or coffee cakes to thrill
Assembled multitudes of males? Stop
And think how strippers feel ice cream’s chill
Awaiting their appearance. No; they leave
their secret hiding place, an exit grand
as ten-tear wedding cake. As deaths bereave
the widows and the widowers who’ve planned
ahead, the mourners come and go; they don’t
discuss the office parties of the past;
even if they wanted to, they won’t.
Filing by the casket, thoughts so vast
as we think of other things, like cakes
concealing naked women at the wakes.
Oct. 4, 2006



Implacable Facade

Implacable persuasions emphasize
Reductions of all mournful memories
In empty rooms, in distant empty eyes
That fill with tears. Clocks in tune are wise
To unfulfilled engagements, sentiments
Unspoken daily like the meaningless
And thoughtless greetings that we sense
Are fragile as a buttercup, unless
We cradle it with love. As shadows fall
From afternoon to evening on the ground,
No recompense appears upon the wall,
This silence cracked by curious new sound,
My pedigree improved to be a fraud,
These bricks, this face, no more than thin façade.

December 22, 2006

Golden Rulers

How closely do your thoughts approximate
A perfect comical device? I might
Attempt to redesign existent cut
Between all sacraments and candlelight
as often as a skeleton might smile
At my attempts at humor or teeth white
Full of observations quite worthwhile
Or, at least, a bit amusing in the night.
Why would girls attending Catholic school
Obey their nun and thus appear so fast
That blinks and cameras were not so cool
To catch each other totally outclassed
Completely pure in circumstance, and clean,
Where I was holding hands all painted green.

I'm up a litte early..... no, I'm up late. It is not 6 A.M., but 6 P.M. I took a few extra Lorazepam because I felt so weird. No news from the company that I was hoping could fix my phofacoprisc. Feelings change.

Try clicking on the blank box. You might get an image of Peter Revson driving a McLaren M20 CanAm car in 1972.

I hope to get the green light from John Wiley, the publishers of books fo Dummies. I hope to be able to get a lot of work done today..... I mean tomorrow.

More killed in Iraq. Bad conditions in Army hospitals in the U.S. Scooter Libby convicted of lying about the wife (Valerie Plane, a covert C.I.A. officer) of someone (ambassador Wilson) who warned that attacking Iraq was a bad idea.

Sounds like Watergate.... hurting their critics.

Why will so few people accept that we have already won the Iraq war?
1. We occupied Iraq.
2. We ensured that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction.
3. We ensured Iraqi's leader and others were hung by the neck until dead. 4. We set up a democratic govenment.
5. We are spending more money to rebuilt Iraq (destroyed by U.S. bombing, not by Katrina).

We won. Mission accomplished. Let's bring the troops home... as soon as Osama Bin Laden is captured.