6 months

it’s always 6 months difference thats how i remember it
but for a while i had forgotten
not by my own choice, but by certian events
still left unexplained
not even sure if known
anyway
happy birthday

20060103

i cant see anything
for these eyes thats sparkling
this nighttime syndiciate
has all the reasoning
cold air the warm breath feels
my time is not worth leaving
my time is not worth giving
every love
seems to pass this by
even though my mind is tingling
my thoughs are worry worth having
my reply to a well spoken being
cant quite always look
this seemingly repeating hook
all out and none to have
this time i’m coming back

Scavangers of Old Ascalon

Ever since i’ve switched to wordpress several years ago, a lot of my old content was lost. I had almost all my poetry online on my previous website. But it’s not a simple matter of just putting the files in the old places. Anyway, I’ve taken some time to put some old pieces in. Namely some having to do with the holiday. You’ll notice the archives menu on the left hand side goes all the way to 1994! Yes, i was writing in 1994. And you’ll notice in November and December I wrote several stories, one for Thanksgiving and some for Christmas. Check them out. Please. Comment on them. Please. I’m also adding older content as I can. Stay tuned and i’ll show you more.

20051118

this napkin would be great
in the hands of someone famous
found one day in a little box
treasure under wooden locks
and while this time is passing by
i write these words and wonder why
everyone’s staring
in my direction
haven’t they ever seen someone
making that first napkin?

11-19-2005