Poems....

My eyes are stones
You told me truth
But by dawn
Beauty had fallen from sight
These stones are in league with gravity
And green water gurgles over fathoms deep
Where I lieAbout the truth
I lie in weedsWashed back and
forthTangled, knotted,Decaying
And those are stones that once were pearls

Smile
Bending double
folded over myself
aches my back
but it is nothing
to the ache
you left in front of me
physical pain
simple and clean
keep all those sharp objects
away from me
Knife
Scalpel
Stiletto
Scimitar
Blade, blade, blade
why, some of them are even smiling
Once there were pictures on Russian TV
of a massacrea young woman's throat, cut
and her smaller, gentle smile above

November
Almost emptyalmost empty,
the treesalmost dead to the wounds of cold
sticks and stones in the bony sky
brown leaves immune
Their little death
their little death
resonating woodpecker flown south
with all his fine colors,
chewing creatures and spinners
bustled away beneath the calling geese
skeleton clouds in the cellblock sky
close in from the north

Who cares
who cares
none of it will hurt in the dryness
they’ll sleep all through the dreary months
of the sundial’s dumbness
and never dreamPersephone’s black in
somnianor keen her separation