if you'd rather be a window, i'd gladly be the frame.....

these are some older pieces i found. as always feel free to tell me what you think...

1. riding the conrail twitty:

a hindu-clothed jamaican jew
stuck on the floor of a cat's cradle.
sorry for loving grandmothers
and taking the face of mine.
sorry for confusing dance with compulsions
and tying genres together on my cassettes.
a ballerina, night driving, pseudo-hippie
stroking your strands of outdoorsy adventure
and not sorry at all. for now.


2. (untitled)

everything is waiting-
the maples clutch to their brown leaves,
refusing to shutter in the wind.
the birds nod on the shingles above my room.
they will not spread their feathers
today, probably not tomorrow either.
they are waiting.

there is something hidden
behind the peach sunsets
and the scent lingering in the air
of plowed fields and shooting stars.

i don't know why they wait
and i can't say why i won't.
maybe in my way, i'm waiting too.
for the leaves to turn green
and the flocks to return
and for the warmth to burn
away the remnants of this.