the empty street mirrors
her gaze, while many feet
pass by her in a daze
her flat stomach is just
a simple illusion as she
fools others in her delusion
she kisses the air for the rent
of the back alley she haunts
tucking her curls behind ears
that ignore the taunts
the twenty rolled nicely
for her to breathe freedom
the fifty was a bonus
for three of them
two fifty dollar notes
sit squarely in her gaze
but the gun in her hand
means an end to her days

poetry
    moves
      like
       ghosts;
           if explicit,
                       no poetry,
                                  no ghost.

i will love you
fiercely
till you feel me
in your bones
cushioned
in the marrow

Clouds part like
        tatters cloth ------------ Thunder grumbles back
                        \                           /              \
                       The River of Mist - A Magpie scolds the sky
                            looks down               above it
                            /                 \
   Sudden beauty                     Though I try
      is glimpsed                            to capture it all
                /                                     with threads of rhyme
The Silence                                                  \
   is forever --------- I live in --------- I sing it yet I
        \               A room of shadows        forget the words
          \                                                         I have not written
            \                                                       /
         **The Jade river flows benieth it all

you said
the sky would never reach you
the pressure seems to increases
no goodbyes and no good reasons
just a time to pick up pieces
no good time to face the music
once we were not future seekers
the lightening serves to defuse
the energy defeats
the sky would never reach you
you said