There is just
something about jazz
right before the
night breaks into
the day the
snare of your
heart beating slowly
the cymbals of
your eyes as
they slowly open
the bass of
your tummy as
it rises falls
and those smooth
piano keys of
your ribs which
emit a squeal
when played upon
you are my
very own very
early very jazz
Category: Life
Kwan’sFarm
And a young
friend has a
dream of owning
his own farm
a few acres
some sheep and
a bunch of
chickens rows and
rows of vegetables
and the guarantee
of peace and
this I think
after all of
that is what
I imagine Heaven
to be like
at least here
before I hopefully
will get there
Campaign
From far behind
I hear the
drummers begin cadence
and like a
tsunami feet rise
and fall and
splash against ground
sound sweeping slowly
and I remember
then before now
what trickery transpired
finding me here
promises perhaps loyalty
likely penalty probably
but as drummers
do they incite
beginning to move
starting our march
never knowing why
so is the
campaign of life
versus ticking time
Grape
If I were
say a grape
I would know
most likely that
there’s a fine
line between wine
and rancid vinegar
and that line
has little to
do with me
and everything to
do with someone
else it’s never
the bottle or
even the label
or even whatever
is found inside
but only ever
about how someone
else tastes me
such is the
aimless life of
a grape and
anyone silly enough
to date nowadays
RePurposed
Pulling myself together
side to side
trying to meet
end to end
I finally admit
that I am
a winter coat
bought thirty pounds
ago and while
still stylish will
simply never fit
this my love
is now us
we once did
fit that is
we’re both now
to each other
something that just
barely ever will
unless one or
both of us
gets given away
to someone else
