10 From Pre97

Working Long Hours Glasses long since full Relaxed mist evokes wooing words Yet conversation and atmosphere still are dull. The four on stools-not vagrants and not lords The common face of easing pain They sit and smoke, smiles shown As if to verify the swelling in their veins Night closes, we leave completely alone Picture on Hand I, placed in precarious positions Do put there you too Opposite Apart and Difference; acceptable, in equation. Of sun and moon yet, not so. For absence troubles me. The Prestigious Lawyer and his Car on Vacation A forest of trees A graveyard of innocence (which ones to cut) A quick grip and a lotta squeeze A little water to fuel the rinse kiss of rose I have not felt the kiss of rose Since more a year has passed Have not time to touch the stars Having only slow scenic rides Across the river beaming Radiantly On wooden beams I cry for love Since more a year has passed Over The fisherman’s eyes slowly roll Across the bounty less communities A shark to swim far from shore A shadow-child, to hide The silently forsaken lurk Heart bleeds; communication still Slow to form rivers Home Hang me on a sullen Sunday drive When daddy holds his handkerchief high above my head I jump squealing with delight Fear Forever spinning linen cloth Little pieces... Not ever! Held I scissors in hand Seemed rusted hard to move. Upon sale only... Cut... and worn! Ray Slow starlit regressions Sudden swirls regret Raymond run, Friend White sting in face... heart! Unblemished cloth unlikely veil Grand Parent Mixture of granite and quartz Braving summer sunshine and arctic snow Little pieces lay in organized communities Time has transformed you to a masterpiece Mother Beauty like the night time breeze Softly rustling tree leaves Perhaps when this tree is grown I’ll be able to appreciate all the love you’ve shown