MovingPictures

Then I pressed play

And off we went

Two characters in film

Still life and motion

Flickering posing and candid

Backdrops and portraits portrayed

Our own little comedy

And now and still

These motion pictures and

Screen tests are all

I have to remember

TheWorldUgh

I wonder if now

There is more unhappiness

Then there was before

It seems like the

World is popping off

Like kernels in oil

Or maybe the internet

Isn’t as marvelous as

So many had imagined

Giving voice to people

With nothing to say

At least before when

Thoughts were in print

You could edit idiots

Mirror

Oh such is the

Face which speaks behind

The mirror one step

From your reflection it

Only speaks the truth

It’s your reflection that

Lies I tell you

Lies to your face

So who is this

Face which speaks behind

The mirror depending upon

Which voice you hear

It could be fate

Reason or even serendipity

But you won’t listen

We almost never do

FairyLove

When I was young

We had a bottle

Filled with fairy juice

In it was a

Halo on a wand

You wished and blew

Out popped a fairy

It glided and bounced

It sparkled and shimmered

As it caught sunlight

But when chased when

Caught and tried to

Keep it popped disappearing

Into a million sparkles

This is love now

At least to me

Born from a wish

Through a halo breathed

Only to pop disappearing

When I dare touch

ColdNight

And again so quickly

Just as I’d gathered

The kindling of conversation

And struck a match

Moments after witty repartee

What had promised to

Be a flame upon

Which to warm my

Stiffening hands of loneliness

Sputtered smoked and died

It was another cold

Night here at home

Leaving me to wonder