Touch typing
Touch screen
Touch my wallet

I must be touched.

There are 3 sides to a river

All of the moments are cascading before me
Time is a river I must cross.

If nothing flows past me,
Then I am alone;

No island nor bridge,
Just a solitary shore.

Vast yet incomplete
An infinite line.

Points makeup segments
Arcs fail to to resolve.

Time can be channeled,
Time can be bent.

But a flow can not be halted
Without losing its nature

So I must risk crossing
Or gain nothing but stasis

On occasion of feeling nothing but the opposite

Boo!

Pooo!
Now make it disappear.

Ooooh!
I could show it
When I have a beer.

On occasion of viewing a cell phone picture.

Light       Bright
making things

with
light.

On occasion of C needing a poem for A’s infrared images.

“Yes,” she said forcefully.

And don’t you forget it.

On new year’s eve
Out we go
Only to return
Through the snow

No one’s late
Yet still I wait
Here I rest
She’s getting dressed

On new year’s eve
“I’m ready to go”
Means 5 more minutes
Sheesh, girls are slow…

On occasion of waiting for L… again

She lives beneath the pages

Unknown but not Unloved
Unloved but Unappreciated?
She lives beneath the pages
Shapes the visions in your mind

Form and Structure are her voice
Continuity creates her hands
She lives beneath the pages
places knowledge in your mind

Grace and Style are the cloak
That hides her beauty from your view
She lives beneath the pages
The invisible conductor of the word.

Discovered in the bottom of my briefcase; that probably puts it at around 10 years old. Bad, but with potential.

Arrive in time
Time travel
When are you here
there

Time loops
Replaying all the time
We’ve been here before
So many times

Last time
The final time
Before I go forward
In time

On occasion of mulling over time travel, again

Ode to the letter R

Rotten
Redundant
Ridiculous

Wretched…
Whoops, that has a w
Wrong, I guess

Errrrrrr,
Erroneous
Enormously so

Epanalepsis…
Wrangle an ending…
…Rotten

on occasion of Leslie, Carmen and I writing poetry