It's Complicated

Ode To Spring (and Eleven 1st Magnitude Stars)

I have waked beneath
a string of trees

miraculously blooming
against the black

of night and thought
not of blossoms

but rather

I had walked beneath
a descending constellation.

Jambalaya

Quarter To Midnight, Secaucus

Motion turns off my horizon's light
as if she were a parent
wishing her only child sweet dreams.

Quarter to midnight, Secaucus
I leave you and enter through
the tight black mouth

of New York City's sleeping body.

It Was Funny At The Time

The Shortest Distance

I am a dash
to your extended line

a naked body
in the center of your road

stretching on forever
in both directions.

Wag For Me

Show me that school boy smile
once reserved for
class pictures
and your first missing tooth.