drifting blossoms(for Sagal)

Bob Dylan and Suze Rotolo

remember me then
when we bent firewater to our will
and the sun stood still
and laughed
at how we walked with each other
keep in mind
those words i collected
for your and your heart
that came down to earth
with rain and pieces of old mountains
remember us then
when you may not stand me now
and your lips
feel cold as winter not looking to leave
as you felt i did
remember me when
you write at the rise of night
in the midst of Sade’s ‘Cherish The Day’
for i will do the same
as long as the wind blows softly.

the tide tells me(for sendai, japan)

i didn’t
want to join the parade
of 21st century part time goths
we call performance poets
seizing on events
to bring life to deadened syllables
but
the tide called out to me
the tide
called me out to see
limbs and lost lives
piled high by cold Pacific surf asking
‘has this satisfied your yen
for what a tragedy is really worth?’
see
while we watch indecisive pretty boys
sit on tabled mountains
and seasonal millionaires
complain about their ‘slavery’
the tide called to me
telling me
mother nature
is tired of needles
skin stripped for minerals
the tide is telling me
hold your loved ones closely
’cause when the undertow comes
it will be too late
the tide is telling me
it can happen here
the tide
the tide
the tide
is telling me

watch between the waves

3.15.11

milis criona

(note; the title is an combination of Gaelic terms, literally
translated it means ‘sweet heart’)

there may be some
that do not fully comprehend
that a heart such as yours
does not move
will not move
without a beat of purpose
in its flesh
knowing you
and standing in your eyes
i see that it is
a certain kind of sugar
a certain kind of sweetness
that makes you move
one hears it in your voice
crackling with excess light
like a Sunday evening hearth
i can feel it
in my bones
warmed by sunbeams
woven together in your smile
if those who took their leave
stood awhile
they’d see
that your heart
has that certain kind of sugar
that nestles in the cracks of your spirit
you’d never think to fill
and that is why i’m grateful
you share a part of it with me.

4.3.11