Selfie

Because she knows
my arms are shorter than
the river is wide or is
longing in turmoil

she shipped me a selfie stick
across the Amazon divide

but I’d like to decide
we’d race with dueling sticks
at three paces, and run
a hush to photo finish

Burial In Bits Of Memory

Clicking a box, pixels of you
seething sorrow beyond a hard drive

Seething sorrow
clicks a mouse, a j-peg
your pixels so tiny like dust

Rain from my face
washing keyboard grit

Clicking fragments.
Clicking a little box
much smaller than
the box they buried you in

Grave computer warnings

Are you sure you want to delete her,
send her to the recycle bin?

No, delete me

Flakes in April 2

Many hunt for you to capture.
I hunt for you to love us.

It snows whenever you leave me. With sunshine
you melt me every time you come. You

always leave me
in a storm and in a whisper. I could
know you in the mountains
splash with you the stream, if only
I’d find you swimming free.

Do tears freeze on your face
when leaving for mountain exile?

Next time you come to hide,
let us be rivers and
and meet in the ocean
where there is no snow.

Buried (Draft 3)

Buried (Draft 3)

In the abyss of this cave
her music is my light, my film.

The visions of her sing for me,
caressing me in my memory,
a valley of duets.

Darkness plagues me like a dirge
yet I hear the Siren notes
to note her love haunting.

She is my concert here;
her songs comfort me

I am not afraid of thunder
nor of shaking, and still
I am her bass note in visions
and she is my coloratura

If my love comforts me
here from fright, say I :

Let there be light;
I will sing.

Buried (Draft 2)

In the abyss of this cave
her music is my light, my film.

The visions of her sing for me,
caressing me in my memory,
a valley of duets.

Darkness plagues me like a dirge
yet I hear the Siren notes
to note her love haunting.

She is my concert here;
her songs comfort me

I am not afraid of thunder
nor shake, yet
I am her bass note
and she is my coloratura

Let there be light;
I will sing.

Down

Sorry you joined
the down club blues,
but let’s say
aloha, and

get down to party
’cause I’ve got
a trampoline bed
and I know ha
we’ve had our
ups and downs, but

I see sometimes
we merge to a heaven
inside ourselves jumping
beside ourselves with glee

Get down to party, see
ain’t no pillow fight, yeah

could be love downy, and
I’ll tickle you up, because
I love to hear you
laugh down the blues