Wednesday, May 07, 2008


Zeus Impending
Four letter words
bloom like petals
of invitation,
opening a seed
that denies nothing.

Yet I fear my
imagination,
as it takes hold
our stresses,
once more
puncturing
that rose of
delicate perfection.

Whisper sweet though,

remember time is short,
but intense with forever.



Taking Liberties With Methuselah

I flogged my pen across the page
In search of something true
But all the words I plagiarized
Were written just for you

I used a clever metaphor
So cunningly disguised
As songs to praise the deep blue sea
That really meant your eyes

I wrote about the sands of time
Yet kept the meaning terse
And gambled that you’d understand
My need beneath this verse