Don't Unplug the Swans

cito

Rite Aid Ruled Writing Tablet

He is not as well spoken
as he is written.
Raindrops, wet snowflakes,
and dank woolen mittens.
An unheard spoken word;
broken words spoke instead:
"Heed, hither, lest you catch cold!
Hither, haste!" Down hill on top sled.

(06/20/05)


Under and through the small boulder arc
speckled and stained on its rain-rounded edges
by moss
and
rusted copper gate and frame.

Black cold iron
rod and wire fence
cuts into the courtyard
making corners and walls with a leafy vine.

Stacked and broken
cinder well
hot, stale, soggy air
lurks and lingers at the bottom.

(?/?/05)


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Money Pie

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Creatures

you and me child
are full of life and mystery
full of life and misery
a life full of punditry.
Sarah told me a story of quiet
peace and harmony.
Of trees and night time
lights from the balcony
see us all walking home
yelling from the balcony
our life's stories fighting lust
screaming like we were
dying just to feel like we're alive.


cito