Category: Twitter Poems

I’m driving down to see you –
you, waiting for the end of
all things as you know them;
I’m coming down with no words to speak
and no lies to tell,
just a promise of blood to keep.

I;m driving down to see you;
you, waiting for the end
of all things as you know them;
I’m coming with no words to speak,
no lies to tell,
just a promise of blood to keep.

Crouched
in the shelter
as the bus passed by,
he missed his ride;
should have stepped out,
been more visible,
waved it down
but he missed his ride.

time to turn the soil
and plant the seeds
and let the earth
give birth –
a harvest to sustain
and nourish.

Cancer, a drunk-driver,
high-speed road crash,
waiting ‘the full force of the law,’
with cash and ensuing publicity,
to be brought down
on the suspected culprits.

On this bank of clay
with pick and shovel
we sweat to plant
small seeds and trees;
we dream of a forest
and the shelter that will be.

In this house
around this table
set with food and wine
we sup one with another
sure of the place
and owning the time.

The tide sneaks in
under cover of
a silver sheet of drizzle;
from my window
i watch its slow
and silent advance
take me unawares.

Out in the desert
water is purchased
for the price of a tear
and the lines in the sand
are drawn without fear.

A single thought
a line of words
that he tries to gather;
hear them speak
on the day of the week
a simple thought that matters.