everyone around you is greiving

Category: 2010: parenthetical poems

out of view reminds nothing

out of the gravel reminds nothing

your spirit isĀ nothing

i gravitate


to you

to you


there are footprints in the sand

near the

roses you
planted a year or so after
your tenure was
severed by
your trigger finger

and the wind chimes stay
still chilled against

blurred leaves – busy noise

and the rain washes
the mulch from the mulch

‘it is midnight somewhere’
you used to say

i draw the blinds

i shut the door shut tight

i smell cigarettes

burnt wine