everything is aging
wearing down
and patiently
breaking

Now What?

Its temporary;
silent space since you have gone
empty room,clock sound

I'm lying again-
it's beautiful, beautiful
the tropics on fire.

the winds recover
between the alleys and blow
all hell in the streets.

haiku

wind blows hard tonight

sounds like a train goes by here 

door hinges rattle

the greens grow over:
I walked with you in that field.
The evidence fades.

The world is ending,
well, only mine. You go to
Kansas. Don't come back.

It's not so funny -
awake still with your dreams gone
away with someone.

crawl under the fence:
this field is where my dad found
corn roots in a skull.

silly old teeth bounce
around her mouth chewing grapes
before they're champagne

Winters Muse