He spent one full lifetime building the cabin I will die in,though die not if for your existence, as painful as it is, I know it could be worse, I could not be here at all.What does this mean for us? You ask like she wants to hear you say it. Would you get up … Continue reading Short Poem No.28

When he went to sleep the world was fair, the countryside was bare and the bear’s, well, they were just bears, not a symbol, not aknock-kneed peckerwood’s front yard statuette.  - A front yard’s like a man’s face, you got to keep it clean, “Now, hell, I ain’t got two silver dollars. Ain’t even got … Continue reading Short Poem No.27

Giddy because of the sweet thing she holdsunder the lights beneath the howling The scoop goes up, the scoop comes downWaffle cones and green beer,one day before your birthday

The silence is broken, a bemoaning of flowers one wilted petal There was a bronze coin in the store window, one gold ring, a silver watch, the bust of a man wearing an old hat, a painting of the old acquedotto in Piazza Signoria It’s time she did something for herself