Wednesday, September 30, 2009


From the first she suspected
The grass that led down
I know she barely realized
I watched them
Her fingers in front
In their car, the radio
A cool rain falling
I began to drive out
Into the desert that day

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


The shock of the inept
Thrusting in his bed
Where they had tested
The notion that they
Were not far from each other.

As he looked back
She did not look back.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Red Drapes (for Roman Polanski)

She was totally paralyzed after
A few glasses of champagne and
After all that noise, she
Stayed there and opened up
He examined her, approving
She did not consider
What had occurred
When she saw the heavy red drapes
Early in the morning over
And around her long legs
"Goodbye," he said and
"You figure it out."

Friday, September 25, 2009


As more of a reflex
He shook his head
And with it the echoes
He still had to punctuate
Which would someday
lead him to himself

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The End of It

Fingers flickering at buttons
His hands were clamped over
Because she mentioned wanting
He guessed he did understand
Nothing serious and certain
Trying to imagine for awhile
The end of it suddenly
Reading into it what they wanted
They had gotten bored
But still nothing had been done.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Country Song

He could get mean as many
But being too lonely alone
Like a dancer she kept turning
And they laughed.

She found him too late to
Tend him and care for him
And they knew it too
Only there's no chance at the top
But she felt one down
she could stop.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Anyone For?

It ought to have been as simple
As stepping through the door
In white shirt and pants saying
"You are now going to tell me
What I want to do."