Your Song is My Song It’s a wrap at the Chinatownshindig – they’re painting starsabove Beaumont Highway tonightwith high-viz neon sparks. It’s all light frou-frouswith laughing gas & smoke,embroidering the black shroudwith on the fly calligraphy. Between narrow slitsof a wooden shack,a lambs eye is squinting through celestial vapours.Stupefied by black tarand brandy, a manContinue reading “Your Song Is My Song”
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Where Stories End & Dreams Begin
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin(Choka for Fran)) You wrap the night’s breathin ivory sheets with stars;in monochrome dreamsof wild Gypsophila snow. You hear words spokenin the language of a mothertongue, that knows the layof the landscape in night’s pall. Moonbeams shoot the breeze. By morning, a grateful sundotes on gilded braids;coaxing highlights, like dawn’sContinue reading “Where Stories End & Dreams Begin”
If I Could
If I Could(for Fran) It was so like youto slip in a curveballwatching a Disney flick,to ask me how I would come to youin dawn’s feeble light or deepdread of night to tell you againwhat you’ve always known & kissyour baby cheeks; when that wasthat—all she wrote was said & done. When the veils liftContinue reading “If I Could”
Visions of Orion Poetry 