Sonnet III

The angel's wings were folded at his side;
his perfect feathers neatly tucked in rows
of white were shining in the sun. Below,
the earth was turning; water blue belied
the peace the world possessed. He stood beside
a newly-risen soul, a babe whose nose
had never breathed before it decomposed,
whose eyes had never seen and never cried.

The angel took the soul's small hand in his
and led the babe to see the almost-birth
it never had, the almost-life and love
of humans it would never feel. From this
it turned away. Forgetting mother earth,
the babe grew wings and lived its life above.

Sonnet II

Beneath the moon and scattered stars, between
the night and day, I find the threads of light
are pooling into puddles from the beams
of softly glowing cosmic things tonight.

Away, the wind takes up its nightly ruse
to rouse the ruffled pigeons' sleeping forms.
The moon speaks softly; she, my only muse,
continues nightly duties she performs.

The doves, asleep, are dreaming little dreams
about tomorrow's promise: sun and clouds.
The moon their plumage catches, sets agleam
the feathers moving with the wind. Aloud,

I whisper wishes, all of them of you;
I know the moon may someday make them true.

Sonnet I

Across the bridge, I saw within my mind
--not missing it, but rather finding it--
an older love, the kind I'd left behind.
'Twas like the grains of sand, which never fit

together in the hour glass, but fight
for freedom 'gainst each other, falling down
until they land on top each other, right
and left of where they want to be. The frown

that took my face--which left it starved for joy--
reminded me of loving him; but now
there is another one, another boy
who loves the way I laugh. I now know how

to leave behind the one, the lost, the old,
for something new: the one I love to hold.

I love you.
I guess you already knew that;
even so, beneath the stars
and winding cars

I love you.
It's old news, this.
Even without your caring
force, I'm staring--

I love you.
You say that you know;
you say you knew all along;
silly, go on:

I love you.

We went to the movies the day of the apocalypse.
We happened to be the only ones there
and neither of us heard a thing.

It was like something out of the Twilight Zone;
everyone was gone and we were left without our glasses
and a book full of poetry which had been scratched out.

And all we ever muttered was,
"There was so much time;
there was so much time."

And then the frog like blueberry jam
whispers to the fly, “It knows who I am.”
And the whale with a shark tooth, and a laugh in his ear
smiles to the front, and frowns to the rear.
While the man says to me, “Look inside, can’t you see?
At the bottom of the bag is the deep blue sea.”
Hullo? Is anyone there?
Please let the spiders out of my hair.

Ooh, crazy, crazy, crazy,* they whisper all at once, now, together.
You, you do not belong here.
ha! ha!
And the lights are too bright, god ******.
Still talking to her? Now there's a pity worth a princess.
A princess in a tower?
A princess with a towel
and a dragon and a trowel
but she'll never have loose bowels
oh, the chicken with the towels.
A few random moments of clarity;
I don't need charity.
It's a rarity,
I'll guarantee,
but prithee, why so far?