Chasing Words


I am chasing words

down gutterless streets,

trying to catch thoughts

or a phrase ablaze in the night,

or even just a leaf

catching the lights just right,

but I only find profanities

uttered out of anger or fear or tear

whispering down between the hiss

of flattening tires

and the rip rap beat on cobblestones

of feet and meter and liter,

the volume of pure water

flowing by

as I sit on the curb

with my little k-9 friend

hoping to see

a place to pee.



How Civilizations Disappear


I’m walking down the road

under the dazzling, blazing sun

shining down on everything

and I see all the exploited dust

resting on every leaf and post

kicked up from the times before dinosaurs

when ancient beetles and other insects

bored geometric patterns

unmolested.upon the earth.

Spirals and circles within

spirals and circles,

amid all those cubes,

hexagons and other recurrent themes

that dust displays,

cities and nations built up on pitch black nights

before the last before

while the leaves

rattled above,

and no one was looking,

and there was no road,

and no one was walking along it..


My gaze follows the lines

between mountains and sky

rising and falling along the horizon

over which all things must pass.

It follows the limbs of trees

corkscrewing into the infinite between

and the paths of birds flying over.

It traces the unwavering attentions

of cattle for grass,

each in it’s own prickly patch,

accompanied by anxious attendant egrets

awaiting their own special prizes

beneath the cloven hooves..


A jagged wire maintains the community of the herd,

sharp and unforgiving,

which cannot be breached,

an artificial line temporarily

running along the road

While an occasional

dump truck roars by,

hauling the ashes of dead galaxies

and all lives dead and gone

in a billowing cloud

that sucks the air out of your lungs as it passes

before settling on new artifacts,

discarded plastic bags,

old shoes, cigarette butts,

bits of broken glass,

bones and pottery from other forgotten civilizations,

and the line of footprints behind me,

disappearing a multitude of sins,


all that Kali hath left in her wake.




I See The World Has Carried On In My Absence.


I see the world has carried on in my absence

While I was so self absorbed

in my own thoughts and fears

 and yearnings for a better world

that I became blinded to your presence

Until I heard your voice

singing in the silence

like the breath of a flower

wafting across the field

just now

from so far away.