Best Flittered Poems

 A perfumed breeze with summer lavender 

Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone 

Through verdant valleys I strolled along 

Honeycombed hues warmed the new...

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Night fell,
Summer’s heat abating,
I sat leaning against a tall magnolia,
Its fragrance spreading everywhere
Like echoes of whispering breezes.
Despite all I could not rest and sleep.

The moon...

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I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a...

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Twas the night after Christmas Two Thousand Ten
Fulton Street was dazzling, pristine and a glow
An evening we'll remember over and over again
For it was a...

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Across the war torn atrophy,
A decomposing cracked corpse,
Shakes and splits in the sovereignty,
Of the rounded Earth which warps.

Annihilated by the angst of grouped race:
A false...

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Across the war-torn atrophy,
A decomposing cracked corpse,
Shakes and splits in the sovereignty,
Of the rounded Earth which warps.

Annihilated by the angst of grouped race:
A false duplicitous...

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When my daughter was young
She went to a ballet school
The teacher thought it would be fun
To teach some fathers ballet too

She found all of six...

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There once was a land
they called Beautiful Tree
the best of the lands
where the birds want to be

Then, there were only
the Cards and the Jays
no other...

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At six, he wildly chased the fireflies 

thinking these shiny bugs bits of gold 

slung down from the stars for him to hold

he prayed that...

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He felt lost and insignificant,
his lips spoke trivialities,
his hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully he fumbled through 
his hazy days, shunning opportunities, 
urgently hoping they wouldn't pick...

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He sat himself down on the edge that evening with the gravest of sadness trickling with his tears and a whimper that shook his body....

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I was drifting north, looking out for work,
found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines,
a polka band was holding a concert,
they needed roadies, so I thought...

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The tormenting time came in my life with the future at stake,
when writhing in the crushing clutch of smothered suffering, 
my burdened heart broke and...

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A lightning collision
The train wreck born of mountain side
A thick black Eden held as a chalice in the far 
Reservoirs of each moon high star-flung...

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Camera

Once I found a camera, swept up
on a beach. I picked seaweed off 
it like strands of hair, unwashed.
A crab’s claw, no body of note,
clasped...

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