Your love pours slowly
Like honey to my tea
I’m looking for my golden apple
A little slice of heaven
from the pie of paradise
A Tribute to Jerry Garcia
Moonlight on the ocean at a
grateful party
Java junkies roam the streets at night
Searching for a high
Written November 8, 2000, day after election night
and the beginning of the fraudulent presidency
I'm sorry lady
for all the anger
A lonely ranger
in a land of danger
Little leaf
spinning
refracting sunlight
dangling on some
spider’s line
like an ornament
in its design
Our sun
special star
life force
our source
Mists rise from my bath
Like small ghosts to the sky
Dewdrops atop
The blades of grass
I always liked the things he said
He could always take me outside of my head
It was a cold day in my bedroom
You could find me wrapped in freeze-dried coffee
without a coin for the gourmet stuff in my pocket
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry