to dance
an invitation:
never known a pair of jeans
your butt did not fill
ecentipede: CLX January 29, 2009
ecentipede: CLIX January 28, 2009
your breath rises clear
above the sounds of our home -
snoring – all is well
Tanglethis – One Sixty Seven January 28, 2009
Blueberries, coated
in cream sherry, dusted with
vanilla sugar.
This small luxury
is prescribed to soothe a soul
worried of its worth.
Tanglethis – One Sixty six January 26, 2009
please one more pleasure
something for each sense I can
take it and take it
Tanglethis – One sixty five January 21, 2009
If I wear my heart
on my sleeve, it is only
another decoy.
Tanglethis – One Sixty Four January 18, 2009
Whatever I sought
in that well-crafted charade,
I did not find it.
Tanglethis – One sixty three January 17, 2009
These thudding footsteps
signal the passing of things,
and she who owns them.
I am no neighbor,
I keep to myself. But
I regret closed doors.
Tanglethis – One sixty two January 15, 2009
Flat paper gray sky,
a sky that looks like nothing,
a sheet for scissors.
Tanglethis – One Sixty One January 11, 2009
Still fragrant, but dry,
pressed between rhapsodic leaves -
a poem, a gift.
