approaching the ice patch:
small, careful, measured steps
or build up some speed?

growing a beard
can be pretty tiring -
lonesome november

the maple key
falls
with no direction

(life is a circle -
sure, like the drain
the dangling feet)

windows on four walls;
now this room -
no windows, no doors

* * *

pause before sleeping
sounding the deepend
preparing, depending
on ending the ending

* * *

blue, dark blue
the thousand shades
from black to blue

* * *

a last look at the moon
my last look at the moon?
one last look at the moon

* * *

dark deck, winter dank
dripping first snow
in my sandles

* * *

dark skies
the fireflies
of cat's eyes

* * *

my love is like children in the dark

* * *

me and the crickets
they remind me
we will not be remembered

* * *

(i bet i'd look like a bat
in my crow costume
if i had a bat mask)