Twist the cap right off Pour laughter, joy and sadness Into my shot glass AG
Author: The Eclogues
On the bus
I'll ride with locals Traveling South after work In search of some warmth AG
NY Slice
Take me to Brooklyn Where cheese, sauce & dough now live In a square white box AG
Tropical Storm Maybewe
They are still there... Archived messages creating a thrilling script with plot twist and a surprise ending. A role I was awarded but never read for. Curiosly I gaze at them with a slight distaste. Should I keep the part, despite the studios theiving hands. I'll have a drink while taking inventory of every misleading … Continue reading Tropical Storm Maybewe
Spoiled Spring
Fruit has gone sour Vinegar drops tainted it So happens now?
Tigers In Nightingales
You arise at dawn Seeking a meal for the day Pouncing on weak prey AG
One Ticket Please
Come on, do it Set me on fire I dare you to Dissolve my tropical barriers Creating a cinnamon blaze Which pushes far east Wave goodbye and hello Exceeding the real dream That lays in sleep Flames will dance Bachata Melting eyes, silver, stone In a red alley Creating a phoenix smile That will frolic/ … Continue reading One Ticket Please
Looking for Words
Should I write a somber poem? "Tears flowed when the white winter snow was licked by a rising yellow sun on a glaring day in May" Any theme would work. "The flame danced when bushels of kisses were tossed in; despite the damp air they managed to feed" How should I proceed? "She reminds me … Continue reading Looking for Words
Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
I don't know where you blew in from Could have been from the West, Asia Or dropped in from the stratosphere but What I do know, is that you evaporate fires Each time you rise over my warm brown soil Cool winds discharge copious amounts of rain Drowning bears, roses, cactuses, dogs and rainbow … Continue reading Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
I See You
Shed your warm breath Smoke my lenses Cloud our eyes Fog my judgment I have a lantern We will clear the mist Break through the quilt And tear into pillows Leaving thin prints That mark our love Hiding amongst trees Next to an owl
The Eclogues 
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