Crazy love dreams

Over an embankment 
and exotic insomnia
tripping along stepping stones
in improbable arrangement
between and through library shelves 
surreptitious tiptoeing 
among forbidding commonalities 
in the flipping of scripts 
and recovered transliteration
thus did memory roll slumber 
and yielded the you 
of that other time of color 
so diminished now.

Residencing

And so I write to report,

that in the ambivalent crafting of landscape

that is city,

this symphony of multitude and madness,

in the discoloring of green and blue

among the soft stone in hard arrangement,

in the grand aggregate

and glossy individuality that contains nothing,

this too may pass in the relentless dissolve of time;

but perhaps a random girl

a creature of polite address and conversation,

petal and hue in a grand bouquet

of thorn, weed and synthetic assembly,

like a faint, familiar fragrance,

trapped in the amber of memory,

may remain.

[From the collection 'The Underside of Silence']