Archive for November, 2013

Saturday

she wears the trousers —
but I’ve a secret weapon
— total engulfment

Friday

I should like to buy
Buddhism, only not sure
— can I afford it?

2012 re-write

February

and the cold, blue dome
— balancing a fuselage
high above Camden —
briefly gifted with speech — flares
in the sun, then bursts its frame

Thursday

many years ago
he loved my mother — and now
for her sake, displays
grace and generosity
in teaching me all he knows

Wednesday

can there ever be
such a thing as a culture
of too much goodwill?

Tuesday

as his dog, I can
sense how it must feel for him
to be disabled

Monday

into my dream comes
the word satori like a
seducing lover