The neighbor to the right of me Has hacked off all the limbs on all his trees – He’s happy that he now is free Of all the leafy mess in the Fall breeze. He’s certain they will stand, so grand Without their

All art springs from the fear that we’ll be dead And no one will remember. We were here – A verse that haunts, and echoes in your head. And as each stares through darkness in his bed The shifting drapes

Death feeds life and life feeds death All of earth lives in this heth Growth embraces not just one Mountains too will be undone.

A thought: it’s harder to express my love For both my children than it is my wife In paltry poems, verdant verse, where “dove” Is almost all that rhymes with “love,” a knife Of rhyme that stabs the poet

I work at night when you’re asleep We take turns with the kids My time awake’s with heavy lids We go from pen to field like sheep And all the time I miss you I’m half asleep when I get home I listen to

Is it for you, O Rome, to rule the world, Or is that time now past? The great Republic stagnates like a swamp – Did we dare think it’d last? Barbarians are in the wooded hills – Or are they now on Palatine?

When sleep-deprived, your brain takes naps, You live your life with constant gaps Of memories – where was that thing? Who sings that song I always sing? I was supposed to be where when? I flit through

Dark, the clouds fill up the sky – Thunder rolls, we can’t deny . . . The valley fills with deathly pale Horses who don’t neigh, but wail. Death is leading dissonance, Overwhelming common sense – He promises

You think you are so radical When you’re in fact inert Your positives are negatives And you’ll one day revert To what you have rebelled against Conservative you are Embracing childhood protection So you

The forest fills with underbrush, dead- Wood tangling even shrew legs, tiny bones The evidence, if you could see them. Red, Burned in the sun, the grass dries on the stones. A gale whips up the grass and

You wail and gnash your teeth and say the world Is lacking love -- but are you showing love? Lament, lament the loss of love the world Once had for truth -- but do you seek the truth? You would deprive

Orion watches Luna's face grow dark And dark, and finally turn copper-red. The Earth has cast her shadow on her. Mark The longest night when Luna hid her head, Apparently enraged at something in The stars.

Neither determined nor random -- neither strictly ordered nor disordered -- in the realm in between where rules emerge, where true freedom exists -- in the far-from-equilibrium state -- as so many of us

I'm caught up in the iterates of things I live a life of constant interruption But one must meditate on beauty lest One's poetry degrades into corruption I can't reflect upon the beauty of My daughter

Although my parents never smoked cigars Or even cigarettes, I have their white Dutch Masters cigar box, and wonder what It holds. I lift the lid and look inside – I find a small white Bible there with

The earth is pregnant, wants to sing – But our earth's voice, the poets, have remained too silent Too long. The spring Hides, shivering beneath a violent Blizzard’s cover of snow. The clouds attempt to

The caracaras circle. Surely I'm Not facing death. I'm scarcely half through time. They land and flush and throw their heads far back And screech their call. What do I surely lack That I can't move, that

The wise sunflower nods toward the sun -- Its arc is eminently rational -- As is the tastiness of its ripe seeds, Seductive kernel in the striped hull -- How clever! It gets birds to spread its seeds And

Does lack of destiny kill tragedy? The Age of Great Napoleon brought forth No tragedies. And Stalin's Russia, too, Produced no Aeschylus of their far north. But they believed in Destiny! They ruled Two

When little Father Time looks grimly at The tick-tock time of bubbles bursting blank, He's certain what he has to do. His love Misplaces death. He thinks that we will thank Him for this sacrifice that