Short Bedstead Poems

5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty...

Read More

Listen to poem:

Just belay, will you,
hook-up and just stay.
Grab a mooring,
until the break of day.
Or ride at anchor on line,
rode to sea's bedstead,
instead.
Just belay, and moreover just stay,
steadfast and sheltered, right here secure, 
with no if and buts
for up-anchor, quick-and-away lifts,
to aweigh, your belay stay
with me today....

Read More

I remember


I remember
A swallow gliding across 
The moon’s rising shadow
That falls 
At the feet of my bedstead.
I look at the glow and the raven black sky
And wonder of what’s to come.


I remember
Crashing it fell
Into a birch
Covered in snow
Crisp white snow
Sending an icy death
Across it rigor mortis limbs.
That yearn for the sky.


So the Fall
Leads to a still death,
And time passes....

Read More