Time Blackbird Poems

The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields

Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions...

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The scent of decomposing leaves pervades the air,
a ghost-grey mist hangs, lifeless, on the branches; bare
from vehement leaf-stripping winds, awhile passed through,
denuding all; from Ash...

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If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of...

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One beautiful girl, one thousand faces
Anthrax of the tongue your deadly poison 
A wake o'broken hearts, o'broken glass I run 
Because I have seen her...

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Blackbird, blackbird, where have you gone?
Here the limbs you lately danced upon,
In sunset orange, in sunset red,
Now the grapevine says, "Blackbird is dead."

Disbelieving owl cries,...

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Blackbird is dead.
Yes.  That is what I said.
The woods are still.  The sun is red.
Cherries near his little head.

Dark is coming.  Nanette...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost...

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I feel like a blackbird trapped in its cage, 
so full of sorrow, guilt, and rage. I furl
these dark wing wings and wait, a wind...

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