The Ghost Who Was Not

he walked not as a spirit
for he could not be a ghost
as his life had not been a life
just thoughts and dreams, at most
an imagined child of imagined loves
progeny unrequited, say
who was in half light shadow sighted
should the world have turned that way.

Verse in Search of a Poem

a warm breath of heather
blending
with the music of the pines
and suddenly
what was once but wishes
is in these arms of mine.

The Heart of Stars

we see not that within the stars
nor can you see inside my heart
but know in both with certainty
there burns such true intensity
which lights the darkness evermore
from within their passioned cores

Hummingbirds

my passion’d thoughts
are hummingbirds
thirsty at your open petals
their racing hearts
and flashing wings
indicative
of their earnest desires

Dust Jacket Blurb

If I was a pretty boy
i’d just write pretty words
but being funny looking
I stick to the absurd
they say you write what is inside
the cover’s not the book
but I’m convinced some inspiration
comes from the way one looks
I look into the mirror
and laugh at what I see
which some days can reflect itself
as nonsense’d verse from me.