Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Morning Storm

Morning storm
smashing rain
on our
highest panes

we watched in wonder

as swaying trunks
grow drunk
with heaven’s wine

but noonday trees
stand sober

glittering green
on absolute blue

the crystal sky
of spring.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Death Waits on the Shores of Tripoli

He scans the desert night
for apocalyptic stars
and shrieks with delight
when hurtling spears
pierce pounding hearts.

Desert sands
lust for blood;
life declines
to ancient dust.

Friday, March 18, 2011


Twisted steel, writhing iron
grasping girders
bones of failure

but power
still fills
the empty spaces.

Before, it coursed through
thin ribbons, through high wires
tense in the fog.

But now, deep within the devastation
efficient atoms hum in
hot expectation

as delicate clouds
toward the desperate city.