The

Old

Poem

(Timeless.)

Rocks

sink

to the

ocean

floor

(I don’t notice.)

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

the words of

my fathers

my mothers

the ancestors

of the land,

these words

trickle down

to me as I

pick up my pen

and hear the

rolling of that

ballpoint on

the rough paper

it makes

little squiggles

that become

knowledge and

words to us.

my muse is

merely the

whispers of the

dead peoples

that knew more

than I know

and inspire me

to go on.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

“Never

The

Less…”

She

said.

He

never

heard.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

The

Light

Fades

Like

A

Dying

Breath

In

The

Wind

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

A wolf dies

The pack mourns

The moon rises

The moon sets

The moon rises

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

grapes pop like balloons

in my dry mouth

my tongue soaks up

their sweetness and

I imagine that they are

raisins in the heat

reforming into the grapes

that I find myself chewing

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

kiss the rock and hug

the tree, each sits in a

forest of mystery, breathe

in the scent of the leaves,

the bark, the faint bits of

animal smells, the sun in

the sky shines through

the branches and brings

warmth to the forest in

little rays of light

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

monotone voice of the

teacher as I pass by

the door is open and

I stick my head in

the sub gives me a look

I wave and smile at you

you grin and wave me away

I know I’ll see you

when class ends

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

old man, gray hair

coughs on the train,

smells of throw-up,

candy and alcohol,

mothers hold tight

to the hands of their

children while the

others look away

the trains clicks by

on the tracks below

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

heart touches heart

as we shake hands

we both wear them

casually on our sleeves

eye catches eye

as we look up

we both know that

life can be short

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

spec of glitter

floats past my eye

twinkling in the

faint light

I stop to stare

as the fairy goes by

it doesn’t notice me

and then it’s gone

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

lips brush lips of red

brief spark of longing

that is not fulfilled

pain inside a chest

a moan slips past

those parted red lips

two bodies draw closer

warmth is shared to

chase the cold away

and block the harsh wind

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

“the culture!” they cry,

in disbelief, but

the authorities shake their heads

doesn’t matter if

the culture causes pain

or worse, death

and they crush the

people who dare resist