Four Journals Dedicated To You .

  
 
 
[ Of Blue Stars ]
   
   
   
   
In 1999    
the eve of  
millennium    
I met a cartoonist.  
Truly, a star of his craft.  
He'd end correspondence  
in wishing "Blue Skies"  
-the most loving version of  
"Yours Sincerely" I'd ever met.  
I've wished each passer by  
skies rich in royal blues  
as I've written of my    
concrete life and    
lately my    
impending    
wife.  
   
   
   
   
[ Enter-tune-ment ]  
   
   
   
If ever the day comes  
where the  
music ends,  
the painting  
stops,  
Or words  
don't find  
their voice  
   
then on that day  
 
fetch a slice of  
granite,  
cut it to shape,  
polish to a shine.  
erect it in the  
graveyard  
above the buried  
body of mine.  
   
call it a mid-night  
N I g H t M a R E  
as the doves take flight.  
   
   
   
   
[ Concrete Psychology ]  
   
   
   
in waiting on a  
miracle  
-weeds have grown  
underneath.  
   
between moments  
joining  
ex-pan-sion  
-a solitude    
daisey  
greets  
the morning  
dawn.  
   
   
   
   
[ Love - Let - her ]  
   
   
   
life is dependable    
on your arms    
wrapped  
in the presence    
of your breath,  
whispered    
through    
your smile  
-while your  
voice is the  
oxygen piped  
to my lungs.  
   
   
   
   
   
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