Stick Figures


Free-form sticks figure on the wall
playfully smudged, during hide n’ seek,
camouflaging vain innocence touched
only through distilled light
allowed entry into the home by passing
silken tests that sway uniform to nothing,
but the seconds, humming aloud
breaking the echoes of childish breath
hastily hushed when driven out in anticipation
by the sight of my feet from their haven.

True Artist


Arthritis acting up prevents the artist
from painting with swirled medium
unable to whip blue hues across space
whom calmly dance upon the canvas, leaving
inflammatory reds procured through
the violent lashings of its creation
on the creator as the true artist
submits himself to his work.

Serious Rest


I hear my fingers silently reach,
delving into my denim pocket for the key
exhuming old-fashioned fantasies of adventure
juxtaposed in freshly defined black-ink,
spelling out “one way” on mass manufactured card stock.
The way however is never specified
so I recline, my serious thoughts resign to the
path set before, taking that pre-laid track
alongside others; but my trip
is different.
They know their destination,
eyes set, gleaming with determination to
get off at the right time,
others though, eyes closed or holding a gaze
with the floor stained by lament
for missing one stop,
still I enjoy my ride.
My traveled miles are arbitrary as
distance becomes useless when measuring
my memories, my childhood gets reborn on this journey,
imagination re-enters my vocabulary
re-defining my everything
until nothing is some-thing,
until I can…
halt, a sudden jerk brings an end
to previously endless seas of autumn leaves
replaced by unearthly steel
encased in adult marble.
Now my childish thoughts play on
in the back of my mind,
their only safe-haven.

Empty Conversations


I try to talk
to engage you, actively,
in a dance of words with me.

Twisting our tongues around
sounds, giving way to reason, or,
lack thereof,
allowing our imaginations to escape
the boundaries of our minds
yet you stand, statuesque,
firm in your ignorant state of non-amused
bliss, free from my conversation,
my creativity and words,
my world.