Thursday, December 01, 2011

Like a Needle

My mind is like the needle
at the end of a record,
endlessly cuh-shuh cuh-shuhing
in the final groove.

Friday, July 01, 2011

Words Like Leaves

words like leaves

Words, like leaves,
fall past my fingers
and linger
for a moment, then wither
in the sunlight –
bright brittle reminders
of poems I might have written.