Free Verse Poem

Tears

ssss

         weet

sad

i’s

walt

        zzz

like

       leave

ssss

fall

      i

       n

        g

thru

ssss

        mall

sad

u’s 

Free Verse Poem

Old Man

His head feels like a fog

     covered window breaking

in a cascade of white

across the sticky floor

     of the two room apartment

he calls his rasping breaths. 

Poem in Iambic Tetrameter

I plant my flower just to watch it grow

its leaves curling slowly in the rain

each petal smiling up sadly:

(pink and rosy for the blue eyed moon)

and slipping slowly through the mud

blood dripping down its white stigma

(to a spot where a touch burns red)

its lowest leaf curling in the sun

once penetrated as a seed;

his world shifting from light to dark,

stars flashing in the sky (still shy

with blurry ovule) its broken

thoughts curling slowly for the night. 

Free Verse

A Prayer for Happiness

If I could live like a stone

lying in the shallows, waves slipping

over me. If I could live

never looking back into the sunset

the light catching my hands

and illuminating them against the sand.

If I could live like a candle

burning slowly in an old ghostly room

reflecting only the shadows

of girls with blue eyes and white breasts.

If I had laid myself on a towel

to talk to a sad whisp of air that blew

like dust through my small cold fingers

catching the slowly cracking vase

I call my gently drowning memory.  

Free Verse

This Girl

this girl’s eyes glance like stones

across my small pale room

filled only with a bed

covered by sky blue sheets

and the perfume of a woman

whose fingers played silly games

through my long wet hair.

this girl’s hands are cold

mirrors reflecting the full moon

that settles like a cracked light bulb

on my fragile scarred arm

lines running from wrist to elbow

through a fifty pound childhood

that hangs around my neck in a pouch

as i hike from corner to corner.

this girl’s tongue tastes like oranges

left on the table to rot

the smell drifting to my bed

reminding me of wintery mornings

and sheets that i never washed.

this girl lies beside me and i look

up at the silhouette on the ceiling

slowly changing in shape

and washing against the shore

of a woman whose picture’s on my mind.  

Free Verse

In a Moment it Seems

I watch a fuming child

walk from the room, her hair

falling slowly across her face

in a gentle way

                  and I want to laugh

but I keep it inside, pushing

my teeth behind my lips

and letting them rest —

a small drop of blood

rolling down my protruding chin. 

Free Verse

Freddie Freeloader

i smoke and listen to jazz

           under starry nights aching

for loneliness like a flower

       lying in my palm

where all the pretty blondes wait

            for me to drag my eyes

from heroin infested ditches

            filled with beetles crawling

and fucking through the empty ears

       of lost recovering soldiers

hearing Miles Davis: da-dum da-dum

     in cool air conditioned rooms.