Protest : A short fiction as prose

The young man wept
the paucity of protest songs
to the ills of his time
left him bereft
of articulate thought
so his rebellion
turned, instead, to tears

Untitled Winter Notes

deep bites the cold
its teeth of ice
tear at soft flesh
exposing bones beneath
on its hunt for my soul

it is not there
but lost somewhere
in dreams of summers past.

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-forty-eight : needles)

inside the haystack
I couldn’t hear a pin drop
despite the last straw

German Love Poem (verse eins)

Du bist mein Wirtschaftswunder
mein Bahnplan ohne Änderung
Du bist mein ordentliche Arbeitstisch
und ein extrem gut geplanter Strand Urlaub
also…ich liebe Dich

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-forty-seven : monuments)

so vain was the king
he built a thousand fountains
while desert winds blew

Poesy Posey

Come live with me and be my love, 
and we will all the pleasures prove 

…Marlowe. 

My slumber sang a love song
older than my love
which on ancient wings
in gilded skies above
my pillow,
echoed over time
returned to me
in new purity
to prove that you’d be mine

What Mercy For Trees?

we are naked now
vulnerable, sentenced
waiting for winter
and the caress
of this executioner’s
icy fingers
upon our skin,
unable to escape
that which the fates dictate
praying, hoping,
for the release
that comes
with spring’s clemency.

Maiden of the Elm (notes for a ballad)

fair maiden of the elm tree
love borne upon the bough
each leaf that falls
requited tears
I must return somehow
a thousand fold
in joyous weepings
a river forms thy name
and within its eddies
I shall drown
not to emerge again.

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-forty-six : colliding)

under my footsteps
they are splitting the atom
so I walk on stars

Dust Jacket

could they be wolves
in the woodcut forest?
trooped among the firs
their outlines betray nothing
yet the evergreen chill
blows menace this way
at the stark simplicity
of their motionless
emotionless silhouettes…